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186 Oh-ho ! You are sly !

Sir!

You would worm all out of me ! - the way The moon is made, and if men breathe and live In its rotund cucurbita ?

No, no ! I want. ..

Ha, ha ! - to know how I got up ? Hark ! It was by a method all my own.

He's mad !

No ! not for me the stupid eagle Of Regiomontanus, nor the timid Pigeon of Archytas - neither of those !

Ay, 'tis a fool ! But 'tis a learned fool !

No imitator I of other men !

Six novel methods, all, this brain invented !