Figaro. “I disclaim such friendship.
Basil. “And I——Error in Judgment, Mr. President.
Figaro. “He!—A Street-corner Ballad-Bawler!
Basil. “As good, at least, as a Barber-Surgeon!
Figaro. “Who hashes up a dinner out of Horse-hair and Catgut!
Basil. “Who has hungrily devoured Razors and Hones, and fed half his life upon Froth! (Imitates beating up a Lather.)
Figaro. “The high Priest of Pimps!
Basil. “The vile Drudge of Intrigue!
Figaro. “Execrated by those he serves!
Basil. “Gulled by his own Cunning!