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!
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