Major, my boy, did you hear that?
Violet.
Great Prince, it is my humor to be enamoured of thy union of business and romance. [Calls to Ninon within. Ninon enters. Bluegrass leaves the shrubbery and goes behind Whetstone, as his shadow.] Take no leaves from my shrubbery. What is’t that’s back of thee, Prince?
Whetstone.
’Tis but the shadow cast from me by the moonlight.
Violet.
The tree ’neath which thou standest is cedrine, and its laced boughs, filtering the moonlight, cast an interlacing shadow on the lawn; upon this plot, now, in part, a deeper shadow rests, like shadow upon shadow.
Bluegrass [sings in recitative, and Whetstone accompanies with pantomime].
’Tis but a shadow, ’tis but a shadow cast from me by the moonlight.
Ninon.