Enter Jack.
Jack [to Fopdoodle].
Put the ladder back in the garden!
Fopdoodle.
Help me, good Jack!
[Jack takes hold of ladder, and Fopdoodle tumbles
from it.
Fopdoodle [rising].
O dazzling Violet, my heart’s in ruins, and I’m turned down.
[Fopdoodle, Jack, and Tom move a short distance with
ladder; when Tom holds, and Fopdoodle leans upon it.
Enter Scythe, observing no one, and with hand-net, in pursuit of
a night-beetle buzzing in the air.