LEO. Then you'll find yourself unpopular here,
EDMUND. At the same time, it's possible to overdo the sonnets, Leo.
LEO. Never. Art demands all.
EDMUND. My dear boy, if you're going to talk about art and temperament, and all the other catchwords——
LEO. I'm not. I'm only asking you to tell them you believe in my genius and then they'll drop thinking I'm making an ass of myself.
EDMUND. I see. By the way, what are you making of yourself, Leo?
LEO. A poet, I hope.
EDMUND. I meant for a living.
LEO. I have a weak lung.
EDMUND. Is that your occupation?