The Mayor.
For my aim
I should prefer another name:
I seek, with general good in view,
That gulf of difference to cross
Which you from me and me from you
Has sever'd, to our common loss.
Brand.
In an ill-omen'd hour you came
The Mayor.
Unfortunately yes, I own it:
Your recent loss,—I might have known it,
But your brave bearing re-assured me,
And need of public credit lured me.
Brand.
In grievous or in gladsome season
I render help where need is plain;
But, for another weighty reason,
This time your mission is in vain.
The Mayor.
And which, pray—?
Brand.
I am building too.
The Mayor.
You building? You adopt my view?
Brand.
Not altogether.
[Pointing out of the window.]
Do you see?
The Mayor.
Yonder
