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You’re not so green as that ! But don’t you see 
That I’ll look out, and if he does appear 
I’ll cry out “ Cave ! ” then make haste and flee ! 
Now feed in peace, sir, you’ll be sure to hear. 
[ The three moths feast in silence for some time , Fimbria keeping a sharp look out 
Fimb. Who is this coining? 
Herb. Where, sir, do you mean ? 
F’imb. Why, by the beech there! 
Enter Thyatira Batis, rather out of breath. 
Will you take a seat, 
My dear Miss Batis? Really, we’ve not seen 
You for a long time ! This is quite a treat ! 
Herb. Pray sit down here, miss, on this soft green moss. 
Bat. Oh, thank you, Mr. Herbida, I’m sure 
You’re very kind, sir. Won’t you feel the loss 
Of this convenient seat ? 
Herb. ( gallantly ). If ’t will allure 
You to remain with us and grace our feast 
I shall feel trebly paid. 
Bat. (laughing). Oh, how polite! 
But I am robbing you ! 
Herb. Not in the least! 
I’m perfectly contented with the sight 
Of your fair self, looking so very well. 
Fimb. Indeed you look as blooming as a rose, — 
I’d almost said a peach-blossom ! Pray tell 
Us how Pronuba’s gone off in a doze, 
I do declare! [ Shaking him]. Wake up, thou recreant knight! 
Can beauty’s self not rouse thee? 
Pron. (drowsily). You keep still ! 
Herb. Open your eyes, Pronuba, to a sight 
But rarely granted to us moths ! 
Pron. (crossly). Why trill 
You keep on bothering? Leave me alone! 
Bat. Oh, don’t disturb him, pray ! Best have his nap, — 
He’ll be the brighter after. 
Fimb. What a tone 
For Pronuba to speak in ! [Aside.] In the trap 
Of that collector I’m afraid he’ll fall ! 
[7'o Batis], I hope, Miss liatis, you arc taking care 
To help yourself. 
Bat. Oh, yes, sir! you’ve no call 
To feel alarmed on that score! Such sweet faro 
As this, — your company, — this pleasant place, — 
And, besides all, this balmy summer wind,— 
Make up a charming whole ! 
