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Well, I hardly know.

[Whimsically.

Forgive me, martyr to another's cause!

What do you mean?

You've read the news to-night?

No.

Do so. There 'tis told in black and white Of one who, ill-luck's bitter counsel taking, Had his sound teeth extracted from his jaws Because his cousin-german's teeth were aching.

[looking out to the left].

Here comes the priest!

Now see a man of might!

Five children, six, seven, eight—

And, heavens, all recent!