HNBC p45 3 dialogue

The speaker asks how their friend is feeling and describes their own discomfort. They mention that even the worms are turning. The friend offers to find a worm, but the speaker is allergic. The friend suggests searching for a worm and promises to return with one. The speaker finds the friend's enthusiasm excessive and prefers a less talkative friend. The friend agrees to stop talking and says they have a purpose and must fly away. They mention that the early bird catches the worm. Dialogue Forty-Five How's my pert little turtle dove? How's my pert little turtle dove, this early, pearly, murmuring morn? I think I'm worse. I can't turn on my perch. And I'm permanently thirsty. Burning, burning. It's murder. My poor, hurt bird. The world's astir. I've heard that even the worms are turning. A worm? You yearn for a worm? I'm allergic to worms. Dirty, squirming worms. I'll search under the fir trees and the birches. I'll circle the earth. And I'll return with a superb, firm earthworm for my perfect turtle dove. What an absurd bird. You're very chirpy, sir. I wish I were. All this fervid verse, I find it disturbing so early. I prefer a less wordy bird. No further word, then. I'm a bird with a purpose. I'd better fly. It's the early bird that catches the worm. Or so I've heard.