Willoughby Sayeth

O Miss Josephine o dear, thy chatoyant eyes comb, were thy balter as dainty had I not been such awestruck, an insatiable longing to seek thee, a damsel.

Josephine Sayeth

Quixotic discourse, somewhat more ensorcell, with violin and Balter alter's harmony. I hope your love for the damsel triumphs over your avarice, captain Willoughby.

Willoughby Asketh

What's thy desire? Barren wealth, fool's gold, or trading pennies and...