They thinking I'ld be near one or the other After this night! Will I be made no more Than clay that children puddle to their minds, Moulding it what they fancy?--Shale was brave: He made a bogy and defied it, till He frightened of his work and ran away. But Huff!--Huff was for modelling wickedly. Huff: Who told you that? Mrs Huff: I need no one's telling. I was your wife once. Don't I know your goodness? A stupid heart gone sour with jealousy, To feel its blood too dull and thick for sinning.-- Yes, Huff would figure a wicked thought, but had No notion how, and flung the clay aside.-- O they were gaudy colours both! But now Fear has bleacht their swagger and left them blank, Fear of a loon that cried, End of the World! Huff: Shale, do you know what we're to do? Shale: I'ld like To have the handling of that dowser-man. Huff: Just that, my lad, just that! Warp: And your fired rick. Huff: Let it be blazes! Quick, Shale, after him! I'll tramp the night out, but I'll take the rogue. Shale (to the others): You wait, and see us haul him by the ears, And swim the blatherer in Huff's farm-yard pond. [As HUFF and SHALE go out, they see the comet before them.] Huff: The devil's own star is that! Shale: And floats as calm As a pike basking. Huff: There shouldn't be such stars! Shale: Neither such dowsers, and we'll learn him that. [They go off together.] Sollers: Why, the star's dwindling now, surely! Merrick: O, small And dull now to the glowing size it was. Vine: But is it certain there'll be nothing smasht? Not even a house knockt roaring down in crumbles? --And I did think, I'ld open my wife's mouth With envy of the dreadful things I'd seen! CURTAIN.