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ues and the world's laughter's Directed at some others, for they're Shafters. THE MUMMERY THE TWO CAVEES DRAMATIS PERSONAE. FITCH _a Pelter of Railrogues_ PICKERING _his Partner, an Enemy to Sin_ OLD NICK _a General Blackwasher_ DEAD CAT _a Missile_ ANTIQUE EGG _Another_ RAILROGUES, DUMP-CARTERS. NAVVIES and Unassorted SHOVELRY in the Lower Distance _Scene_--The Brink of a Railway Cut, a Mile Deep. _Time_--1875. FITCH: Gods! what a steep declivity! Below I see the lazy dump-carts come and go, Creeping like beetles and about as big. The delving Paddies-- PICKERING: Case of _infra dig._ FITCH: Loring, light-minded and unmeaning quips Come with but scant propriety from lips Fringed with the blue-black evidence of age. 'Twere well to cultivate a style more sage, For men will fancy, hearing how you pun, Our foulest missiles are but thrown in fun. (_Enter Dead Cat._) Here's one that thoughtfully has come to hand; Slant your fine eye below and see it land. (_Seizes Dead Cat by the tail and swings it in act to throw._) DEAD CAT (_singing_): Merrily, merrily, round I go-- Over and under and at. Swing wide and free, swing high and low The anti-monopoly cat! O, who wouldn't be in the place of me, The anti-monopoly cat? Designed to admonish, Persuade and astonish The capitalist and-- FITCH _(letting go):_ Scat! _(Exit Dead Cat.)_ PICKERING: Huzza! good Deacon, well and truly flung! Pat Stanford it has grassed, and Mike de Young. Mike drives a dump-cart for the villains, though 'Twere fitter that he pull it. Well, we owe The traitor one for leaving us!--some day We'll get, if not his place, his cart away. Meantime fling missiles--any kind will do. _(Enter Antique Egg.)_ Ha! we can give them an _ovation_, too! ANTIQUE EGG: In the valley of the Nile, Where the Holy Crocodile Of immeasurable smile Blossoms like the early rose, And the Sacred Onion grows-- When the Pyramids were new And the Sphinx possessed a nose, By a storkess I was laid In the cool papyrus shade, Where the rushes later grew, That concealed the little Jew,
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