That's why I can't
Take you down now. But when I find the mine
And get the gold to puddling in the pots,
If I can find me plastic metal workers
That I can mould and hammer while they mould
And hammer out my vision on the walls,
I'll show you through some subterranean chambers
Will set your eyes a-dazzle. In the dark,
Lit by the torches in the miners' caps,
You'll see the world of metals moving up
Through human hands as here you see the tree.
That's why my basement isn't finished yet.
Cries.
Good luck! Good luck!
Egerton.
I hope you'll be alive.
(He leaves the group and comes forward)
Governor Braddock.
Bishop Hardbrooke.
A great man.