Part 39 (1/2)

Methought I heard a murmuring of tongues Sound through the ceiling of the hollow earth, As if the anti-coolie ques----ha! friends, Well met. You see I keep my ancient word: Where two or three are gathered in my name, There am I in their midst.

MOUNTWAVE:

O monstrous thief!

To quote the words of Shakespeare as your own.

I know his work.

HARDHAND:

Who's Shakespeare?--what's his trade?

I've heard about the work o' that galoot Till I'm jest sick!

TOK BAK:

Go Sunny school--you'll know Mo' Bible. Bime by pleach--h.e.l.l-talkee. Tell 'Bout Abel--mebby so he live too cheap.

He mebby all time dig on lanch--no dlink, No splee--no go plocession fo' make vote-- No sendee money out of clunty fo'

To helpee Ilishmen. Cain killum. Josh He catchee at it, an' he belly mad-- Say: ”Allee Melicans boycottee Cain.”

Not muchee--you no pleachee that: You all same lie.

MOUNTWAVE:

This cuss must be expelled.

(_Draws pistol_.)

MOUNTWAVE, HARDHAND, SATAN (_singing_):

For Chinese expulsion, hurrah!

To mobbing and murder, all hail!

Away with your justice and law-- We'll make every pagan turn tail.

CHORUS OF FOREIGN VOTERS:

Bedad! oof dot tief o'ze vorld-- Zat Ivan Tchanay vos got hurled In h.e.l.la, da debil he say: ”Wor be yer return pairmit, hey?”

Und gry as 'e shaka da boot: ”Zis haythen haf nevaire been oot!”

HARDHAND:

Too many cooks are working at this broth-- I think, by thunder, t'will be mostly froth!

I'm cussed ef I can sarvy, up to date, What good this dern fandango does the State.

MOUNTWAVE:

The State's advantage, sir, you may not see, But think how good it is for me.

SATAN: