Whetstone.
He replied, You shall have her, but you must first woo her as a tender and gallant lover should, and thus win also her dower of tenderness and fancy.
Bluegrass.
How did that strike you?
Whetstone.
Oh, said I, I’ll show my good points. I’m rich, noble, and good; she’ll have me.
Bluegrass.
How did that affect him?
Whetstone.