_Dan._ I say, Pat, hush yer jaw; we’ll jest clean out this institution.
_Fin._ Faith, that we will. It’s a dirthy place onyhow.
_Hart._ Good gwacious! there’s going to be more stwiking!
_Dan._ Look here, Smellin’ Bottle! (_Seizes HARTSHORN by the collar, and brings him to the centre._)
_Hart._ Good gwacious! Welease my coat! You awe too polite--you awe indeed!
_Dan._ Am I? Jest look a here, Smellin’ Bottle! and you too, prez--look sharp! fur I’m a goin’ to talk to yer like a first-class sermon! I drives fur old Swizel, I does; and I kills fur Swizel too; and I’m goin down town in that car in five minutes! You understand?
_Hard._ (_Shouting._) Is that car going, or is that car not going?
_Fin._ Faith, the ould gint’s as dafe as a haddock. (_Goes up to table and talks to HARDHEAD in dumb show._)
_Dan._ Now, prez, I want yer to understand I’m a goin’ down town; and I want a driver and a conductor.
_Green._ But I tell you there is a strike.
_Dan._ Yes; and there’ll be another very soon. Here, Smellin’ Bottle, I guess you can drive pretty well.
_Harts._ Good gwacious! Me? O, nevaw. I should be exhausted at once! I should indeed!
_Dan._ Then we’ll exhaust you. Come, heave ahead, and take the ribbons.
_Harts._ But, good gwacious! considaw; I should soil my dwess; I should indeed!
_Fin._ (_Coming down._) Here yer are, my darlint.
_Dan._ Bring some old clo’s in here from that next room--the dirtiest yer can find.
_Green._ I protest against this proceeding. You are trespassing upon the premises of the Broadaxe Railroad.
_Dan._ Oh, simmer down, now; your turn will come soon.
(_Enter FINNEGAN, R., with a couple of dirty old overcoats and a couple of shocking bad hats._)
_Dan._ Now, Smellin’ Bottle, jump into this. (_Holding up the dirtiest overcoat._)
_Harts._ Good gwacious! what a howible coat! No, nevaw; twy the pwesident. (_Dodges behind GREENBAX._)
_Dan._ All right. (_Seizes GREENBAX._) Prez, jump in.
_Green._ No; I will submit to no such outrage. I am the president of this corporation.
_Fin._ Thin we’ll invist you wid this robe of office.
(_DAN and FINNEGAN seize GREENBAX, and thrust him into the coat._)
_Fin._ We do, my darlint; now for your crown. (_Claps hat on his head._) Ivery inch a king!