Or Julius Cæsar?
The Lobs.
[Tearing their hair.] Dick, Dick, Dick! O Dick,
Is it for this we try to clear your brain
Of cobwebs!
The Newcomer.
[To Dick.] Not so far afield, my lad!
I’m all the generals that ever were
Rolled into one ... or shall be, when I’m grown!
Babs.