Sea-flea; do you see it?

Catharine.

To see a flea, you must flee the sea,—unless perchance you may see a deep-sea flea such as I have at the bottom of my basket. [Takes out a lobster.] This is the wicked flea the fisherman pursues. He will give a biting relish to your codfish.

[Offers lobster to Whetstone, who draws back.

Whetstone.

Is he dead?

Catharine.

Such is his seeming.

Whetstone.

What a monster! [Observing the lobster.] Professor, what’s his scientific history?