Fopdoodle [from his concealment].
Oh, let me tell! O dazzling Violet!
Whetstone.
I can think of nothing else besides.
Violet.
Put thy hand to thy left side. Hast thou no heart?
Whetstone [putting his hand over his heart].
I have a heart; and oh, I feel it beat tremendously.
Violet.
He is a poor merchant in love, who, having a heart, hath no value to it. He’s a bankrupt who can declare no dividend unto his lady creditor. A true and loving heart hath larger dividends than banks, richer harvests than farms, finer goods than stores, and more happiness than all the world besides.