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It's just a hypothesis. But when one is placed with one foot in the grave, One grows softhearted and open-handed

[Puts his hand in his pocket.]

Ho, money?

No, no; but perhaps you would kindly Make me a gift of your much-esteemed carcass?

This is too much!

No more than your body, you know! To help my researches in science

Begone!

But think, my dear sir—the advantage is yours! I'll have you laid open and brought to the light. What I specially seek is the centre of dreams,— And with critical care I'll look into your seams

Away with you!

Why, my dear sir—a drowned corpse!

Blasphemer! You're goading the rage of the storm! I call it too bad! Here it's raining and blowing,