The sweetness in her lovers—twenty-three.
(Aside.) Good gracious!—twenty-three!!—and I to pay;
I’ll marry her this very blessed day,
I will!—What, twenty-three—as I’m a king—
We change all this.
(Chemists heard singing outside. Music.)
(Aloud.) Ah! listen! just the thing;
Those celebrated chemists walking near;
Quick, Sassyfrass—go out and bring them here.
(Exit Sassy. R. gate.)