muchacho)_
_Reflectively:_
My firm insistence did one cancer cure
But when my mem'ry speaks of vandal hand
Which once did throttle me in vulgar strife
My vitals gripe me with a righteous wrath.
I did presume that Seldonskip would feel
A proper rev'rence for officials high,
And fear on God's anointed, to bestow
A mighty kick upon his nether parts
But these Americanos know not fear
And each one feels himself, belike, a king,
Hence it were wise, by strategy and guile
To circumvent them not by open strife.
Ah, so it is: the Filipino gentleman,
Unlike the boor, disdains to war with fists;
But place a keen-edged bolo in his hand
And he comports himself most gallantly.
_3d Gentleman:_
We must with wisdom guard our every act
Lest a suspicion dark fill Francos' mind.
Thus far, he like a well trained nino, hath
With rev'rence bowed assent, to our demands.
_(Muchacho returns with refreshments)_
_Quezox:_ And flattery. Like child its mother's milk,
He doth gulp down and eager cry for more;
Hence dose him well; you'll puke his stomach not.
But let's to bed, the morrow brings its cares,
And we must freshened be to work our ends.
_(Exeunt omnes)_

_Scene 2: The Executive Room_

_Francos:_ Well gentlemen, I see insistence grows
Anent the humble office Carpen holds.
It seemeth to me that without his aid
I like a desert wanderer am lost.
_Quezox:_ But Sire, a man of parts can fill his place
And of the varied strings of business tie a knot
Which will hold state affairs in proper place,
For they depend not on an special one.
_1st Gentleman:_
Sire, shall we, like the child, forever creep?
It is not thus the limbs find strength to walk.
_2d Gentleman:_
The mother thrusts her birdling from its nest
And thus it learns to wing its heavenward flight.
_3d Gentleman:_
The doting father who trusts not his son
But anxious coddles him from ev'ry care
Can never know what possibilities
Do dormant lie within that stunted brain.
_Francos, hesitatingly:_
But Quezox, when the fathe