Fopdoodle [from his concealment].
O Violet, I’ve got a heart. O dazzling Violet!
Violet.
Methinks that soon the silver moon will yonder mantling cloud enrich, and leave thee a knight quite poor.
Whetstone.
I cannot lose you. Your worth grows upon me at the rate of a thousand dollars a minute. [Kneeling] Here on my knees let me explain.
Violet.
Rise. I cannot help thee, although ’tis sadly said. Hadst thou discovered thy heart earlier, and put the true worth of a heart upon it, then I had thought more deeply. But now, alas! thy discovery comes too late. I am a young judge, yet my sentence shall be a just one, and I’ll not revoke it. Thou art a guileful knight. I sentence thee to perpetual banishment; and that thou mayst study the phases of a maid’s heart and of the moon, I will allow thee no book but thy almanac.
Whetstone.
Let the heavens hear me! I am not through yet. I have, a fearful fever!