Who are you?
Harvey Anderson.
And loaded, too,
With food and clothes and homes and silks and gems
And punch that bubbles till she runs down here,
Flushing the soldier boys until they're gay
And on their mettle. Is his name Egerton
That planted all those pines?
(Points to the sky)
Wes Dicey.
What's it to you?
Harvey Anderson.
Worked all these years and yet you've got no bread?
Haskell.
(Coming toward him)