NODGE. Now, Gotham men, do you all know what to do?
OLD MEN. Aye! Aye!
YOUNG MEN. Aye! Aye!
[All the men begin to work.]
PODGE. I think this will save our noses.
[Enter the KING and the SOLDIERS.]
KING. Is there a tree left on the road?
FIRST SOLDIER. We took them all away, Sire.
KING (to a soldier.) Then go and get our horses. We will ride into this Gotham town. (The soldier salutes and goes.)
Where do you roll these stones, old men?