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Both hands in pockets, round, remiss,
A bracketed parenthesis.
Enter Mayor.
The Mayor.
[Through the garden gate.]
Good-day! Our meetings are but rare,
Perhaps my time is chosen amiss
Brand.
[Pointing to house.]
Come in.
The Mayor.
Thanks; here I'm quite content.
Should my proposal meet assent,
I'm very sure the upshot of it
Would issue in our common profit.
Brand.
Name your desire.
The Mayor.
Your mother's state,
I understand, is desperate.
I'm sorry.
Brand.
That I do not doubt.
The Mayor.
I'm <g>very</g> sorry.
Brand.
Pray, speak out.
The Mayor.
She's old, however. Welladay,
We are all bound the selfsame way—
