NORTH.
Just Two Days.
TALBOYS.
What the deuce do you mean? The Man has lost his Senses.
NORTH.
Who? Shakspeare?
TALBOYS.
Really, sir, you are getting daily more and more paradoxical—and I begin to tremble for your wits.
NORTH.
See that your own have not gone wool-gathering, Talboys. Two Months! For two Months read two Days—I insist on it.