Catharine.
With losing of my husband, and giving of good fortunes. But come, gentlemen; fair weather makes quick friends, but unfair questions, like unfair weather, part them. Will you buy?
Bluegrass.
Let us buy.
Whetstone.
Let us first learn the price of the fish.
Bluegrass.
It sounds to me like a romance. Come, let us all sit here in pleasant converse; the night is afar, and while we buy we’ll enjoy the aroma of the salt-sea zephyrs blown from off the invisible flower-beds of the sea.
Whetstone.
Stop your perpetual romance!