My liege, and Fusbos, here's "Success to trade".
Fusbos. Well said, Bombastes! Since thy mighty blows,
Have given a quietus to our foes,
Now shall our farmers gather in their crops,
And busy tradesmen mind their crowded shops
The deadly havoc of war's hatchet cease;
Now shall we smoke the calumet of peace.
King. I shall smoke short-cut, you smoke what you please.
Bombas. Whate'er your Majesty shall deign to name,
Short cut or long to me is all the same.