Josi. Yesh! A shale! Cry it louder!... Great shale of pictures, old furniture, and rattle-traps! Change of business! Amazing bargains! Alarming reductions! Heart-rending sacrifice,—at five per shent! Walk up, walk up, and shee de great shale dat is about to commence!
[Meanwhile the Bailiffs are carrying out the furniture. Mrs. Olangtsi falls upon them, and beats them: she is hustled back, only to return to the charge. Yunglangtsi sits absorbed in the joy of his recovered certificate. Townsfolk crowd in, to a final flourish of the gong.
Cosi. Now den, Josi, begin!
Josi. Lot number 1. Dis is a picture, gentlemen,—some of you may not know it, but it is a picture.... It is a shelebrated picture; you might not dink so, but it is shelebrated.... It is a picture wid a shtory attached to it; dat makes it an intereshting picture. [Interruption.] What did de gentleman shay?... Quite right; noding else would. As dish is a warrant shale to shatisfy an order of claims it ish not my business to shay anything more dan de truth. It ish my own broder I am shelling dish picture for [consternation of Cosi]; dat’sh why I only take five per shent commission;—my usual charge ish ten. Yesh, Cosi, I’m your broder; I’ve got a shabby coat, but you’ve got a shabby shoul!
[Uproarious amusement among the crowd at Josi’s revelation of relationship; Cosi becomes the butt of jeers and laughter.
Cosi. You give me back dat warrant!
Josi. Not for ten per shent, broder Coshi!
All. Broder Coshi!
Cosi. Ah! you shall pay for this! You see! Here, let me go!
[Unable to endure the ridicule and exposure, he pushes his way out.