[The Villain, who is standing aside, takes a full jump, clears the Ingenue and grasps the dollar. All let go of one another and fall upon him, shouting, screaming, pushing, and fighting. Finally the Villain manages to free himself, holding the dollar in his right fist. The others follow him with clenched fists, glaring eyes, and foaming mouths, wildly shouting.
ALL. The dollar! The dollar! The dollar! Return the dollar!
VILLAIN. [Retreating.] You can't take it away from me; it's mine. It was lying under my bundle.
ALL. Give up the dollar! Give up the dollar!
VILLAIN. [In great rage.] No, no. [A moment during which the opposing sides look at each other in hatred. Quietly but with malice.] Moreover, whom should I give it to? To you—you—you—you?
COMEDIAN. Ha-ha-ha-ha! He is right, the dollar is his. He has it, therefore it is his. Ha-ha-ha-ha, and I wanted to crawl on my knees toward the dollar and pick it up with my teeth. Ha-ha-ha-ha, but he got ahead of me. Ha-ha-ha-ha.
HEROINE. [Whispering in rage.] That's because you would not let go of me.
COMEDIAN. Ha-ha-ha-ha!
TRAGEDIAN. [Shaking his fist in the face of the Villain.] Heaven and hell, I feel like crushing you!
[He steps aside toward the trunk and sits down in his former pose. Ingenue, lying down on the grass, starts to cry.