Strongfist. Right face. March!
O’Rourke. Begorra, captain, I’ll train in that company. (They all pass to R. as they speak. Doubtful, Timorous, Snowball, Paunch, Punster, and Blower pass to L.)
Punster. Though on the left, we’re in the right.
Paunch. Well, look here, I’m getting hungry. Ain’t we going to have our dinner?
Blower. You’re always thinking of eating.
Snowball. By golly, da’s a fac’. Dat ar Mr. Punch hab an appetite like an earthquake.
Paunch. Bah! what do you know about it? Well, wake me up when you’re through. (Tips his chair back against wall, throws his handkerchief over his face, and falls asleep.)
Snowball. Dar, de old man gwine for Morphine.
Precise. My vote was “Guilty,” and of course I belong with the party on the right.