What, another rival? Yes, I think I hear one.
(Hides.)
Enter Theophilus Balderdash (with a cold in the
head—sneezes violently during his speech).
This is a scene indeed to foster love,
Brick walls around and chimney-pots above;
Yon chanticleer the guardian bird is,
To join his voice with distant hurdy-gurdies.
All speaks of love, and shall my voice be still?
Nay, perish! Balderdash, an if you will,
But speak!