Bluegrass.
This is the romance of science.
Whetstone.
We must land them!
Scythe.
What do you purpose to do with the porpoises and other sea-cattle?
Whetstone.
How little you know of the grand possibilities of business! Why, I’ll build up a new industry on these shores. I am the Merchant Prince of Cornville. Here I’ll be a sea-cattle king; I’ll make a fresh fortune in my gigantic monster emporium for salted sea-cattle. And now to the Dolphin Inn, where I’m to meet Northlake. Then for business by the sea.
[Exeunt.