CAPITAL
The pumpkins here are mine, good fellow, mine!
I bought the seed, you know.
LABOR
I broke the earth—
I strove with wind and frost and burning drought
To make them grow more golden day by day.
CAPITAL
Tut, tut, man. That is nought. I own the land.
You can but work it since I give consent.
Small credit that a man does what he must
If he would live.
LABOR
I gave my very life.
CAPITAL
(snapping his fingers)