Sixth Pauper:
Oh, peace of mind, escape, oblivion.
Seventh Pauper:
And a refuge. I want a refuge. I want to take refuge!
Eighth Pauper:
Oh, more! I want more. I want health. I know that only there shall I find health.
Ninth Pauper:
Still more. I want to get freedom, strength and power there!
Tenth Pauper:
More!
Dollarson:
More! What more is there?
Tenth Pauper:
Sleep! There is sleep. I want to find sleep there!
Eleventh Pauper:
I shall find God there!
Dollarson:
On the New Continent—everything—but God quite slipped my memory. (To the paupers.) Shout for all you’re worth; I’ll pay you for it. I’ll engage you as announcers. (With a broad sweep of the arm towards the public.) Who wouldn’t go to the New Land? Apply to the Dollarson Bureaus, Dollarson
