Punch.
Ladies and gentlemens, I have some beautiful wedding garments.
Enter Scythe, enthusiastically, with hand-net and beetle.
Scythe.
I’ve caught the beetle!
[Exhibiting a large beetle.
Whetstone.
Send it to my Cornville Museum!
Northlake.
A word with thee, my gallant Mayor Whetstone:
There’s one within, who, having heard afar
Thy strange adventures in this seaside town,—
Thy loves, thy titles, and thy masquerades,
And more especially thy fearful duel
In the wood,—instanter boarded cars at Cornville
To rescue and to succor thee in peril;
She’s here,—she waits,—and now she doth appear.