Scene II - Ross and old man on a street corner.

Old Man: Threescore and ten I can remember well:
Within the volume of which time I have seen
Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night
Hath trifled former knowings.

Bumlets: Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day
And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp;
Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
That darkness does the face of earth entomb
When living light should kiss it?

Old Man: 'Tis unnatural. Even like the deed that's done.
On last Tuesday, a falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd and killed.

Bumlets: Look, here come's Racetrack.

Enter Race.

Bumlets: How are the headlines and how goes the world?

Race: Why, see you not?

Bumlets: Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?

Race: The newsies in his room.

Bumlets: Alas, the day! What good could they pretend?

Race: Who knows. But Boots has left for Brooklyn.

Bumlets: 'Tis most like David will become the next leader.

Race: He is already named an gone to the Lodging House.

Bumlets: Well, we shall soon see him there, then.

Race: May we see things well done there,
Lest our old robes ist easier than our new.

Bumlets: Farewell, father.

Old Man: God's benison go with you; and
That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!

Exit all.