(Aside.) Upon my word, a vewy pwetty face!
(Looks out of window at R.)
And what a view! All twees and sheep in flocks,
And wolling waves awound those wugged wocks.
(She is standing by him as he speaks the last words. He puts arm round her waist.)
Coq. That’s not a “wugged wock.” Don’t let it trouble you,
But have you such a thing as a spare W?
Capt. T. Oh, weally, pon my life, you’re vewy pwetty.
Coq. I thank you kindly, Sir.
Capt. P. And weally witty.