What is your life but like a billion more?
(Enter Flip, costumed as gentleman of fashion)
FLIP
Are there indeed a billion Labors? If so, they will soon keep you busy, Capital, old top, as busy as you would like to keep them. You may grow thin—O consummation devoutly to be wished! just a little bit off the front—if these chaps keep on giving their lives to your pumpkins. But if there be a billion just alike—
CAPITAL
In all the world there are but few like me!
FLIP
Amen. So be it. Too many yous in one street car would be the hell of a crowd, if you travelled in street cars. And too many yous would be poor company for one another. Wherever one man has a bulge to his stomach, another must find his a siege and a retreat. Well, friends, tell me your troubles, and I will be a judge without the recall and a jury without opinions to settle the case.
LABOR
Both of us love the lady men call Trade.