Seemingly, but if you should feel rusty, either in character or memory, ask me to polish you; for such is my traditional duty as your faithful squire.
Enter Northlake, Violet, and Ninon.
Whetstone [observing Violet].
Oh, ho! look there, Major, my boy,—there comes the prize of the market. She’s pretty as a pet kitten. She’s sweet as a box of honey. She’s worth a barrel of money. I wish it were Violet; I’d throw in the farm on Pearl Creek.
Bluegrass.
Steady, steady; hang on to your character!
Catharine [recognizing Bluegrass].
[Aside] That is he with the blue ribbon. I’ll hail this rainbow. [Aloud] Sir Rainbow, you make fair promises, and keep them fairly.
Bluegrass.
Rainbows bespeak fair weather and fair maids.