Enter Mr. Water
Ho and what is this? My daughter Honeydew and her lover in mine marriage bed! Avast! Go for the into the wretched sun and be squeltched.
Honeydew: Nay for I am with fertility due to my boyfriend, C. Antelope. Would you kill thine own grandfruit what in passion persists to destroy?
Antelope: Yea and lo. Hither and yon do I spread my fruity seed.
Water: Enough! Banished are thou to the patch of unyielding pumpkins.
All: Noo! Forsaken art thou who upon the wild vine hath supped!
Enter a pumpkin
I am the pump-master-kin. Heartily I await thine incontinence.
All: Noo! We have ensupped upon the wild vine and now art for-saken.
Water: So ends the war, upon the mantle of the gravestone upturned, that which in moonlight reveal’d higher to be and lesser than thee.
Enter A Ghost
I represent silver coinage! Wails and damnation! Boooooo!
Enter Uncle Citron
What ho! Calm thine house brother. These are but the youthful urges of youth and youfulness in lusty youthtime. Where in thine past hath thou not did upon here do that in the same…thing?
Water: Nay! For in times past grave differences did wrought not. Whence was vine-rot? None! Whence was the spectre of MAIDS? None!
Citron: And yet in thine fortitude did come Honeydew in issue from your late Musko?
Water: She and I hath the flows of love quaffed and grew thus. This scene is naught!
Citron: Steel your breath and harvest the time of gratuitous nudity, brother.
Water: You have opened my eyes. I am changed in character. No longer objections exist to this morbid obesity.
All: Yay! For upon our vine grows another!
Water: Eschew! Lo and to the shop of baby-clothes.
Citron: Juxtapositions and haberdasheries mark the day. To mine house, whence we will sup upon the domestic vine.
All: We laugh! Ha! Ha!