Hood. Your line of trade?
Myers. I prefer handsome women.
D’A. And when he is tired of them, they are turned over to another master in the auction yards of Havana.
Myers. Exactly. I made $700 on the last one.
Hood. It remains for Old and New England to furnish the men, that have loaded the south with its most ignominious reputation. (Myers springs to his feet.)
Myers. Do you insult the legitimate business of your country?
Hood. The absolute freedom the Republic confers upon you has never legalized a crime against humanity.
Myers. What say you, sir?
Hood. When this country opens its doors to the citizens of another state, it expects no insults to its hospitality!
Myers. Do you fight, sir?