[Introducing himself.] Son to the weaver by the Olive Gate
In Genoa, Colombo. Named am I
For Saint Cristoforo!
The Present-Day Children.
[Excited.] ’Tis Christopher Columbus! Oh-oh-h-h!
Babs.
[Hospitably.] Pray rest yourself! Do take this easy chair!
How weary must you be for centuries
Standing upon a monument!
Beeswax.