(turning red_).
I getting lazy! Like your awful cheek! I've done more in a day than you in a week.
_Rom_.
Ha, ha! ho, he! My! that's a pretty joke.
Look what I've done.

_You've_ hardly done a stroke.
_Rem_.
If that's your tune, you're free to do it all.
_Your_ work, indeed! Do you call _this_ a wall?
I'd hop it on one foot.

Ho, ho! A pretty town.
A puff of wind would blow your rampart down.
_Rom_.
Hop it, you ass?
I'd like to see you try.
I promise you shall know the reason why.
_Rem.

(laughing_).
Stupid old Romulus Sat on a tumulus Trying to build a town, There came this young brother, One foot over t'other, And knocked his precious wall down.
Hurroo! here goes! stand clear! this for your wall! What care I if from now to Christmas Day you bawl?
(_Hops over the wall, knocking off the top course_.) Missed it! Hard luck! I'll try again! Stand by! I guess I ought to clear what's barely three feet high.
_Rom.

(aside_).
I've stood this long enough! The time has come When I or Remus, single-handed, must build Rome.
Ho! stay thy impious foot, thou scoffing mule, Or I will slay thee! Cease to play the fool! _Rem.