_Town._ Now for your escape: [_To Plotwell and Underplot._ [_They run to the door, but find it lock'd._ _Underp._ What an unlucky dog I am! _Town._ Quick. Back to your posts. Don't move, and rely upon me. I have still another artifice. [_They run back to their places._ [_Exit Townley._ _Naut._ I can espy no celestial body but the sun. _Poss._ Brother Nautilus, your eyes are somewhat dim; your sight is not fit for astronomical observations. _Foss._ Is the focus of the glass right? hold gentlemen, I see it; about the bigness of Jupiter. _Naut._ No phenomenon offers itself to my speculation. _Poss._ Point over yonder chimney. Directly south. _Naut._ Thitherward, begging your pardon, Dr. Possum, I affirm to be the north. _Foss._ East. _Poss._ South. _Naut._ North. Alas! what an ignorant thing is vanity! I was just making a reflection on the ignorance of my brother Possum, in the nature of the crocodile. _Poss._ First, brother Nautilus, convince yourself of the composition of the mummy. _Naut._ I will insure your alligator from any damage. His skin I affirm once more to be impenetrable. [_draws his sword._ _Poss._ I will not deface any hieroglyphick. [_Goes to the mummy with the knife._ _Foss._ I never oppose a luciferous experiment. It is the beaten highway to truth. [_Plotwell and Underplot leap from their places; the doctors are frighted._] _Foss._ Speak, I conjure thee. Art thou the ghost of some murder'd Egyptian monarch? _Naut._ A rational question to a mummy! But this monster can be no less than the devil himself, for crocodiles don't walk. Enter TOWNLEY and CLINKET. [_Townley whispers Clinket._ _Foss._ Gentlemen, wonder at nothing within these walls; for ever since I was married, nothing has happen'd to me in the common course of human life. _Clink._ Madam, without a compliment, you have a fine imagination. The masquerade of the mummy and crocodile is extremely just; I would not rob you of the merit of the invention, yet since you make me the compliment, I shall be proud to take the whole contrivance of this masquerade upon myself. [_To Townley._] Sir, be acquainted with my masqueraders. [_To Fossile._ _Foss._ Thou female imp of Appollo, more mischievous than Circe, who fed gentlemen of the army in a hog's-stye! What mean you by these gambols? this mummy, this crocodile? _Clink._ Only a little mummery, uncle? _Fos._ What an outragious conceit is this! had you contented yourself with the metamorphosis of Jupiter, our skill in the classicks might have prevented our terror. _Clink._ I glory in the fertility of my invention the more, that it is beyond the imagination of a pagan deity. Besides, it is form'd upon the vraysemblance; for I know you had a mummy and a crocodile to be brought home.