Don’t give her any quandaries.
Violet.
Why, thou hast changed thy voice!
Whetstone [aside].
Major, you rascal, assume my voice!
Bluegrass [assuming Whetstone’s voice].
Sweet Violet, it is the air, that’s sometimes tuneful and sometimes not, that doth effect the change.
Violet.
Thou art an artful man.
Bluegrass [assuming Whetstone’s voice].