This: that not knowing, we should try to know.
The Showman:
Try. A sweet doctrine for a broken heart.
King Cole:
The best (men say) in every manly part.
The Showman:
Is it, by Heaven? I have tried it, I.
I tell you, friend, your justice is a lie;
Your comfort is a lie, your peace a fraud;
Your trust a folly and your cheer a gaud.
I know what men are, having gone these roads.
Poor bankrupt devils, sweating under loads
While others suck their blood and smile and smile.
You be an artist on the roads a while,
You'll know what justice comes with suffering then.
King Cole:
Friend, I am one grown old with sorrowing men.
The Showman: