(slapping Labor on the shoulder)
Come, Labor, not so seriously, old top. It is not in good form to care so much. We are grown light of touch, to-day, and laugh at bombast. And as for the two of you, a true philosopher would tell you that, if you were a little more glib and smug, and Capital a little more smug and glib, men could scarce estimate the value of the one over the other? And what matters a label if, by accident, or skill, or the lack of it, the one of you can change places, sometimes, with the other? And what matters the ownership if I can so hamper your operations as to take too much toll from both?
CAPITAL
(sulky and bewildered)
I do but set my label on my own—
LABOR
A dollar sign on earth and sea and sky!
FLIP
A dollar sign is a good thing anywhere. I’d wear it over all the sense I have. And, were I to fill your place, Capital, I should be content with dollar signs and labels, and not dispute with poor Labor about his pumpkin pie. I would even give him more than one slice if he wanted it. He would then think himself rich, and lapse into content for an aeon or two. And surely there is more than one way of winning a lady?
LABOR