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(Peevishly.) 'Tis my opinion, there's little occasion now for courage—when there's nothing to be done with it.

So!—You would then give up the game—bury your talents in the earth?—Do you think our paultry exploits at Leipzick were the limits of human genius? Let us launch into the great world—Paris and London for me! There, if you give one the title of honest man, he knocks you down for it.—There a man has some pleasure in the trade—'tis on a grand scale—What do you stare at? Such charming counterfeiting of hands, loading of dice, picking of locks, gutting of strong boxes!—Ay, Spiegelberg must be your master! Let the poor dog be hanged who chuses to starve rather than crook his fingers!

(Ironically.) What, have you got that length?

I think you mistrust me.—Stay till I get warm'd in the business, and you see wonders.—Your shallow brains will turn in your head when you hear the projects I shall form. (Striking the ta-