Enter Violet upon the balcony.
Violet.
I plainly see there’s business in this night. [Perceiving Whetstone.] Why, ’tis the self-same knight that did bedight another night, but far more musical. There’s a sad want of unity here, as no music, however rich, can me unite to yonder knight. [Addressing Whetstone.] Do my two eyes behold that Mayor Whetstone, of Cornville, near the capital of Illinois, called Hercules after his grand-uncle Hercules, who drove the Indians down the Mississippi?
Whetstone.
You do behold with two, unless with one you kindly wink upon me, which I half believe you do.
Violet.
Is thy meaning double or single?
Whetstone.
Sweet Miss Violet, I have been a man with an eye single to business, but who would double his business.
Bluegrass.