I’ll not complain if thou wilt sing me another song.
Whetstone [aside].
Major, you rascal, another song!
Bluegrass [aside].
I don’t know any more.
Whetstone [kneeling].
Sweet Miss Violet, upon this green grass I vow to love you as long as grass grows. Oh, Miss Violet, you’re too young to know what you may lose. You may lose the real Merchant Prince of Cornville, near the capital of Illinois, called Hercules after his grand-uncle Hercules, who drove the real Indians reeling down the real Mississippi.
Violet.
Rise, thou mighty chief of merchandise. I set much store by thee.
Whetstone [rising and aside].