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Peer.

                  What? You think I am jesting?
I'm in sober earnest, as true as I live!

Anitra.

But I haven't a soul.

Peer.

                      Then of course you must get one!

Anitra.

How, Lord?

Peer.

           Just leave me alone for that;—
I shall look after your education.
No soul? Why, truly you're not over bright,
As the saying goes. I've observed it with pain.
But pooh! for a soul you can always find room.
Come here! let me measure your brain-pan, child.—
There is room, there is room, I was sure there was.
It's true you never will penetrate
Very deep; to a <g>large</g> soul you'll scarcely attain;—-
But never you mind; it won't matter a bit;—
You'll have plenty to carry you through with credit——

Anitra.

The Prophet is gracious——

Peer.

                            You hesitate? Speak!

Anitra.

But I'd rather——

Peer.

                   Say on; don't waste time about it!