Sweet Violet, ’tis even noted so.

Whetstone [aside].

Confound you, ’tis not so!

Bluegrass [assuming Whetstone’s voice].

I meant to say the air is so.

Violet.

If thou sowest the air with so, so, thy harvest will be no, no. The air upon this balcony well balances its fruitage.

Whetstone [aside].

You villain, we’re caught!

Violet.