Violet.
I much mistrust thou’rt not a redoubtable, but only a doubtful, knight.
Whetstone [kneeling].
Heaven knows ’tis true. I pray for your hand.
Violet.
Pray for thine own heart. Rise; for when thou kneelest, thou half liest. So stand up, and be not prone to lie upon thy knees.
Fopdoodle [from his concealment].
Oh, how I want to be a noble husband! O dazzling Violet! Oh, oh!
Whetstone [rising].
I thought I heard some one owe me something!