Tramp.Go on!
Chrysalis. I shall do something great!
Tramp. What?
Chrysalis. When I change my state, The world will be astounded!
Tramp. Well—’urry up. I’ll wait.
[Enter Ichneumon Fly, dragging the corpse of a Cricket to its lair.
Ichneumon Fly. Look, larva, daddy’s bringing you something nice.
Enters his lair.
Chrysalis. (Shouting) The torment of my birth Is tearing the whole earth. She groans to set me free——
Tramp. Then get a move on. See?