HOLD. True, true--the globe was made to be looked at. Let us settle
our dispute.
EUCLID. The dispute will never be settled. (_MRS. FACILE advances
again to globe, EUCLID keeping her back; globe moves off, L._)
HOLD. Ha, ha, ha! the globe moves in an eccentric orbit--ha! ha!
MRS. F. I see it all; it is some evil creature concealed under the
globe cover! I'll follow it.
JULIA. So will I.
EUCLID. (_holding her back._) No, no, no!
HOLD. Ha! ha! ha!
_Enter FABLE, L. as they approach door._