The Passenger.
It's just a hypothesis.
But when one is placed with one foot in the grave,
One grows softhearted and open-handed
Peer.
[Puts his hand in his pocket.]
Ho, money?
The Passenger
No, no; but perhaps you would kindly
Make me a gift of your much-esteemed carcass?
Peer.
This is <g>too</g> much!
The Passenger.
No more than your body, you know!
To help my researches in science
Peer.
Begone!
The Passenger.
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
Peer.
Away with you!
The Passenger.
Why, my dear sir—a drowned corpse!
Peer.
Blasphemer! You're goading the rage of the storm!
I call it too bad! Here it's raining and blowing,
