Whetstone.
Put that in the Eagle. [The lobster clings to him.] Hello! What’s the matter now? Professor! Major! Woman! Take off your flea!
Bluegrass.
Be a hero!
Whetstone.
Great thunder! take him off. He has claws to his eyes. [Takes off his coat, with the lobster clinging to it.] Major, this is your fault. Don’t speak to me again until you apologize. Come, Professor.
[Exeunt Scythe and Whetstone carrying his coat with lobster clinging to it.
Catharine.
Fair is your prairie wit, and these sea-scenes have keen spices which well try its mettle. He that is young and fresh shall have the salt of experience. Many that come here to be salted by the sea are seasoned by love. Would you be so seasoned?