SCENE II. Manchin’s marina.
Enter KAYAKER
KAYAKER:
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
JOE MANCHIN appears above at a window
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is our hope, but Joe is an ass.
Arise, Mountain State, and pasture this dull beast,
Grown fat and stupid in the barn these long years,
His ass’s ass turned ever towards us;
Ne’er eye unlidded or ear cock’d to our cries.
His vest is lined with green;
We are fools to let him wear it; tear it from him; and cast him out.
