The Lumber King upon the late decision.
Egerton.
It's Art, not rebates, that I'm speaking of.
Couldn't I show my derricks on the walls?
And back there red-skins striking fire from flint?
Then our forefathers with their tallow-dips
Watching the easy drills slip up and down?
The tanks here—Ah, you laugh, you dilettanti.
I'll tell you gentlemen what the trouble is:
You're frightened by our natural resources,
And you despise the life of your own land,
The crude, tremendous life we're living here.
The force is too much for you. You want polish.
O I can prove it to you.
Ralph Ardsley.
Now you'll get it.
Egerton.
Yes, Braddock, there's that Capitol Commission.
I'd be ashamed.
Governor Braddock.
I knew 'twould come.
Egerton.