[Chorus and dance. Thomas returns to road, and regards the apple-trees longingly over top of wall.
Thos. Hi, William, look ... what apples! there—don't you see?
And pears—my eye! just ain't they looking juicy!
Wm. Nay, Thomas, since you're bent upon a sin,
I will walk on, and visit Benjamin!
[Exit William (l. 2 e.), while Thomas proceeds to scale the wall and climb the boughs of the nearest pear-tree. Melodramatic Music. The Monster Man-trap stealthily emerges from long grass below, and fixes a baleful eye on the unconscious Thomas.
Thos. I'll fill my pockets, and on pears I'll feast!
Oh, lor—whatever is that hugly beast!
Hi, help, here! call him off!...
The Monster. 'Tis vain to holler—
My horders are—all trespassers to swoller!
You just come down—I'm waiting 'ere to ketch you.
(Indignantly.) You don't expect I'm coming up to fetch you!
Thos. (politely.) Oh, not if it would inconvenience you, Sir!
(In agonised aside.) I feel my grip grow every moment looser!
[The Monster, in a slow, uncouth manner, proceeds to scramble up the tree.