SHARP. (_looking down, and seeing TRIPTOLEMUS on the balcony_) What's that?--a _i_ndividual without a coat and hat--it's he! (_shouting down to TRIPTOLEMUS_) Holloa, you sir, below! I'm only sorry that I'm _u_p _h_ere, and you're down there! TRIPTOLE. (_without_) Are you? we'll change, if you like; you come down here, and I'll go up there--ha, ha! SHARP. (_in a fury, rolls TRIPTOLEMUS'S coat up in a lump and flings it down to him_) Take that! TRIPTOLE. (_without_) Thank you. SHARP. (_still more furious_) And that! (_crushing the hat, and flinging it at TRIPTOLEMUS_) TRIPTOLE. (_without_) Thank you again. Anything more? SHARP. (_furiously_) You want something more, eh? Then you shall have it. _Runs out at L. side._ ARABEL. What is the man about? (_following SHARP, L._) PHOEBE. There'll be murder to a certainty. Help--help!--police! _Runs out after ARABELLA, L._ _CAROLINE enters from door L. flat, in ball dress._ CARO. Mercy on me! what can be the matter? _Enter CAPTAIN HARDAPORT, at the side, hurriedly, R._ CAPT. H. (_advancing towards CAROLINE_) Beg pardon, miss, but if I can be of any service---- CARO. (_who has started, and turned round towards the CAPTAIN_) Captain Hardaport! CAPT. H. Beg pardon, I'm sure, miss; but hearing you, as I thought, holding out signals of distress---- CARO. No such thing! Me!--oh, dear, no; no such thing. CAPT. H. Well, miss, I've a little matter to overhaul with you. Ever since I saw you at Plymouth, I've been thinking that you are just the sort of craft that I should like to sail in company with. CARO. (_modestly_) Oh, Captain! CAPT. H. Yes, miss; so I bore up for London, and the first thing I hear is that you're going to be spliced to some other lubber from Cambridge. CARO. Really, sir, I know very little about the matter; everything has been arranged by my pa and Mr. Cockletop. CAPT. H. Who's Cocklepot? CARO. (_modestly_) He is the uncle of--the young man. CAPT. H. And you love him? CARO. I've never seen him yet. CAPT. H. Then perhaps you wouldn't break your heart if I was to send him to Davy Jones? (_savagely_) CARO. Not I, indeed! CAPT. H. That's enough. (_taking her hand, and kissing it repeatedly_) CARO. Papa gives a ball this evening--I'm sure he'll be very happy to see you. CAPT. H. And you? CARO. Oh, _I'm_ always happy when _papa_ is. BUNNY. (_heard within the apartment_) Now then, Caroline--how much longer are you going to be? CARO. Papa's voice! _Enter BUNNY, at door L. flat, in evening costume, very elaborated, and exaggerated._