--But hold --I grow something better again, for I am beginning to foresee, when this is over, that as we shall all of us continue to be great wits--we should never agree amongst ourselves, one day to an end: ----there would be so much satire and sarcasm----scoffing and flouting, with raillying and reparteeing of it--thrusting and parrying in one corner or another----there would be nothing but mischief among us ----Chaste stars! 
But hold - I am coming round again, for I foresee that as we shall all of us be great wits, we should never agree amongst ourselves; there would be so much satire and sarcasm - scoffing and flouting - thrusting and parrying - there would be nothing but mischief among us. 