Chrysalis. Listen to me, listen to me— The whole world will soon be free!
Tramp. Thinks ’e’s the world, ’e does ... My ’at! These insec’s all be’aves like that— Ridic’lous creatures! Jest can’t see ’Ow small they looks to you and me ... They make me tired.... I’d give my clay (Gospel, I would) to get away. Man! These ’ere insec’s never dream Of workin’ to some general scheme.
Chrysalis. The crowning hour approaches. Lo, The universe begins to glow!
Tramp. (Jumping up) Gorblimey, if I ’aven’t struck The truth! Now, there’s a bit o’ luck.
Insec’s won’t work together. Man Will. ’E can form a general plan. There’s something great in ’im what fights And perishes for the nation’s rights.
[Sits down.
Chrysalis. My wings are coming. See, they spread Beyond the vast suns overhead!
Tramp. I’ve ’it it! That’s what makes men great— Givin’ their lives up for the State!... Man’s not ’alf noble—put it straight!
’Ere what’s that bitin’ me? Blimey, there’s another of ’em—S’truth, I’ve sat on an Ant heap—’undreds and thousands—that’s what they are playing at—’undreds and thousands!