suffers and hopes. It is waiting for your faith. Do not abandon it. Here, here, is the land of eternal hoping and redemption. Yes, this is where it is.
The Crowd:
I am bewildered. A strange foreboding
Dollarson:
Nonsense! What does anyone get out of your offer? You ridiculous apostle! what does anyone gain from these hopes of yours? What is the good of an empty hope here, when there you can possess? Why vainly hope and dream here, when there you can take? Listen, people! The New Continent is already waiting for you and offers you its gifts. Hallo! where are you, people of the New World?
The Crowd:
Ah! I am not daring enough.
Dollarson:
You need only put zest into it. The New Continent is for all who demand more than they own now.
The Crowd:
Ah! let us hear.
Dollarson:
Come forward, pioneers! Gain beckons to you with its reward. The New Continent is already waiting for you. All that is necessary now is to set the seal of ownership upon the property which has been bestowed. Lay your hands upon it. This continent has need of hands so that it can deliver up all its wealth. It has room enough for the hands of all. I say, lend me your hands. I need more hands.
