Violet.
’Twere better guessed, for by purchase it loses its value.
Whetstone.
I know nothing like it. But if it be concealed and of the highest value, it must be a gold mine.
Violet.
Nay, thou gentle stupid, try again.
Whetstone.
Ah, now I’ve got it. A coal mine. Why, Violet, you are wiser than I thought. You look beneath the surface. There is a rich vein of coal beneath my farm; but it’s not worked.
Violet.
Neither is the vein of love well worked by thee. Try again, and for lack of discovery and my sentence, thou shalt bear no complaint to my uncle.