Northlake.
Why, the Honorable Hercules Whetstone.
Violet.
Oh, puzzle thy Whetstone!
Northlake.
I fear thou’lt puzzle him, Violet. But never mind; come, come now.
Violet.
Oh, thou sweet tree; I cannot leave thee!
Northlake.
Why, there must be some witchery in that tree! I’ll have it cut down and burnt.