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(Running after him.) Remember, 'tis all for yourself you are working. (Follows him with his eyes to the end of the stage—and then breaks out into an infernal laugh.) Keen, earnest, to a wish!—How impetuously the blockhead throws off his honesty, to snatch at an object, that the smallest spark of common sense must convince him he can never attain. (Peevishly.) No—that's unpardonable! This fellow is an arrant knave—and yet he trusts to one's promise.—It costs him nothing to deceive an honest man—and yet when deceived himself he never will forgive it.—Is this the boasted lord of the creation! Pardon me, Dame Nature! if I owe you a grudge for that form you have given me.—Complete your work, by stripping me of every vestige of humanity.—Man! thou hast forfeited all my regard—nor in my conscience do I think there is the smallest crime in doing all I can to injure thee!