For bark——you’ve heard the “moaning of the tied,”
And hide and bark make leather, eh?
Prince Doodle. Of course!
(Aside.) I’ve traced my night mare up to its sea-horse;
A mermaid! Here’s my chance! (Aloud.) Dear me! How stupid!
(Aside.) Now aid me, Venus!
Mona. (Overheating aside.) Venus! He must be Cupid!
Why how the boy has grown! (Aloud.) Is she your “Ma?”
Prince Doodle. Alas, sweet maid! I am an orphan! (sighs) Ah!
With ne’er a parent, we’re a pair rent, too.