F.—Put up your iron; I am the last of my race.
S.—What!—no more fools?
F.—Not one, so help me! They have all gone to the wars. By the way, you are somewhat indebted to me.
S.—Let us arbitrate your claim: arbitration is good for my trade.
F.—The only arbiter whose decision you respect is on your side. It hangs there.
S.—It is impartial: it cuts both ways. For what am I indebted to you?
F.—For existence. Prevalence of me has made you possible.
S.—Possible? Sir, I am probable.
Soldier—Why do you wear a cap and bells?