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MAJOR MOLINEUX
by peep of day! You fellows help me!
Barber, this man's molesting me!
FIRST BARBER
Boy
ROBIN
Don't hit his honor, Boy! His honor
is a lover of mankind!
Brain him with your cudgel, Robin!
Come, Brother, we will see the city;
they're three to one and have a razor.
503
(Closing in)
(ROBIN
and the
Boy
back off. Barbershop goes dark.)
Boy
ROBIN
Boy
ROBIN
Boy
ROBIN
Who was that fellow, Brother Robin?
He had a chirping songbird's voice.
It takes all kinds to make a city.
He looked you over like a tailor.
What did he have against our kinsman?
He is some snotty, county clerk,
chipping and chirping at his betters.
He isn't worth the Major's spit.
You should have brained him with your stick.
Let's go, now. We must see the city
and try to find our kinsman's house.
I am beginning to think he's out
of town. Look, these men
will
help us.
(The tavern lights up. A sign with King George Ill's head hangs in
front. There's a poster nailed to the door. The
MAN WITH THE MASK
strolls over and sits in the chair.)
CROWD
Health to the rattlesnake.
A
health
to Colonel Greenough! He's our man!
MAN WITH MASK
A
shine, Men, you must shine my shoes