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185 Thus sitting, plump, right in the Scales ! My weight Is marked, still registered, up there in heaven !

I swear to you that if you squeezed my nose It would spout milk !

Milk?

From the Milky Way !

Oh, go to hell !

I fall, Sir, out of heaven ! Now, would you credit it, that as I fell I saw that Sirius wears a nightcap ? True I

The other Bear is still too small to bite.

I went through the Lyre, but I snapped a cord ;

I mean to write the whole thing in a book ; The small gold stars, that, wrapped up in my cloak I carried safe away at no small risks Will serve for asterisks i' the printed page !

Come, make an end ! I want. ..