Kitty. O Captain! you flatter now.
Capt. Flatter? ’pon honor, no. Do let me take you to the city in my wacht: the trip would be delightful.
Kitty. What! (Aside.) I do believe the man wants me to run away with him. (Enter March, C.)
Capt. Yaas, we could slip away from here, go to the city, see all the sights, and return, without any of these people being the wiser.
March. (Aside.) Confound his picture! he’s trying to run off with Kitty.
Kitty. Why, what an idea! I run off with a man!—
Capt. Who loves you to distraction; he does, weally.
Kitty. What would Miss Kate say?
Capt. Who cares what she says? ’Tis you I love, you whom I adore.