Bijah. I shall see him again, Miss Dorothy, and, when I do, I shall say to him, that the stars in heaven never shone brighter than the love in your eyes when you spoke his name.
Dor. You are a true knight. Will you take an answer to this letter?
Bijah. Indeed, I will.
Dor. Thank you so much.
Bijah. No thanks, Miss Dorothy, the pleasure's mine. (Dorothy exit R.)
Polly. Isn't she just sweet, Bijah?
Bijah. You've hit it this time; were it not for the dazzling brightness of the orbs of fascinating Miss Polly Primrose the palpitation of my heart would be greatly increased; as it is—
There's only one maid, and Polly's her name,
Of my love, my heart, she surely makes game;
But some time or other, so sorry she'll be,
She'll sigh for her Bijah, the bear of Old T.
Polly. Indeed, I won't.
There's plenty of fish in the sea, Mr. B.,
Who'd bite at my hook with the greatest of glee:
You think, as you've writ, sir, my heart is your own,
That over your absence I sigh and I moan,
Indeed, I do not, sir; pray hear me aright,
I wouldn't give that (snaps fingers), sir, to be Mrs. Bright.