bruise her breast, or crush it in. Be heavy on her head. Never mind the mould in her dead eyes. She used to blind me in the olden days.
Look at the gallows there! Look at the raven! How he caws! He is most comical. While you are dancing he beats a kind of time with his dry legs. Ha! His ugly beak has flesh upon it, torn from those black rags that hang below him and swing in the wind. What are the tags? Ha! Ha! Only her cavalier! See how he swings towards her gallantly while his arms flap like a scarecrow's empty sleeves.
Bah! That is enough! Topple the crabbed old digger into an empty grave, spade and all. Everything goes in there sooner or later. And cheer up, friend Bilious-face! Dance and grin! Tis the world's comedy: so do not sniff, but take your fiddle, and scrape a jig. And if you will not dance yourself, let me. Hal Now quicker! Now quicker! Never mind! We are merry now; and merry we will be until the morning!
