Black slave that I am, thus to serve this merchant prince of merchandise!
Whetstone.
I’m a solid man, and my shadow lies solid.
Ninon.
Poor shadow, come off ze cold, cold ground!
Bluegrass [sings in recitative, and Whetstone accompanies with
pantomime].
The shadow is slave to the substance. Who can separate them? None. Who can separate them? None,—none but Ninon.
Violet.
Ninon, ’tis marvellously good,—but we must go. [Slowly going.] Good-night alike to substance and shadow. Yet, stay! [Advancing.] Didst ever study arithmetic?
Bluegrass [sings in recitative, and Whetstone accompanies with
pantomime].