Queershanks.—Why, sir, you will want occasionally to give representations of statues. I am an excellent hand at it.
Manager.—But, sir, my theatre is dedicated to Apollo.
Queershanks.—The very thing, sir: I have stood as the model of the Apollo Belvedere to the cleverest artists.
Manager.—They must have been clever artists to make an Apollo Belvedere with you for their model; but I cannot entertain your engagement in that shape.
Queershanks.—Not engage me in that shape! My shape is unexceptionable. Only look at this muscle. Here's muscle for Hercules, sir! Feel it, sir; will you be so good?
Manager.—I see it.
Manager.—Quite unnecessary, sir. I don't think what you could do would suit our audience.
Queershanks.—Do you mean to say, sir, I should do you no good? Look at this muscle, sir. Would not muscle like that make a tremendous hit? (Striking him.)
Manager.—Sir, I'm quite satisfied.