Miss G. It don’t look well, Tirzah Ann, for you to be correcting your betters.
Bet. (Severely.) Tirzah Ann Allen, you are too young to realize things.
Peedick. We will now sing, “How Sweet for Bretheren to Agree.” Sing it to the tune of Boylston.
All. How sweet for bretheren to—
Peedick. Try again; now: (Gives key.)
All. How sweet for bretheren to—
S. Bob. You hain’t got tune enough for the words; the best calculater in tunes couldn’t do it.
Peedick. I can’t do anything; you flat the notes so.
S. Bob. I don’t flat any more than the rest do.
Peedick. You young villian, you do. (Widder Tubbs jumps up in front, stands with her back to the audience, beats time and sings. All join in after the first line, and when the rest sing “unity,” Shakespeare Bobbett sings “onion tea.” They sing chorus to “Oh that will be joyful”)