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 PEER
 * No, you're worth a better fate;
 * better twenty thousand times!
 * Little, ugly, dear old mother,
 * you may safely trust my word,-
 * all the parish shall exalt you;
 * only wait till I have done
 * something-something really grand!

ASE [contemptuously].
 * You!

PEER
 * Who knows what may befall one!

ASE
 * Would you'd get so far in sense
 * one day as to do the darning
 * of your breeches for yourself!

PEER [hotly].
 * I will be a king, a kaiser!

ASE
 * Oh, God comfort me, he's losing
 * all the wits that he had left!

PEER
 * Yes, I will! just give me time!

ASE
 * Give you time, you'll be a prince,
 * so the saying goes, I think!

PEER
 * You shall see!