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BEN. (resuming, to MARCEL) To you I come, as the quarter now is ended; You have promised,
MAR. To keep it I intended. (Shows BENOIT the money on the table.)
RUD. (aside to MARCEL) Art mad?
SCH. (aside to MARCEL) What do you--
MAR. (to BENOIT, without noticing the two) Hast seen it? Then give your care a respite, And join our friendly circle.
Tell me how many years Boast you of, my dear sir?
BEN. My years! Spare me, I pray.
RUD. Our own age, less or more?
BEN. (protesting) Much more, very much more.
(While they make BENOIT talk, they fill up his gla.s.s immediately it is empty.)
COL. He says 'tis less or more.
MAR. (mischievously, in a low voice) T'other evening at Mabille I caught him in a pa.s.sage of love.
BEN. (uneasily) Me!
MAR. At Mabille. T'other evening I caught you. Deny?
BEN. By chance 'twas.
MAR. (in a flattering tone) She was lovely!
BEN. (half drunk, suddenly) Ah! very.
SCH. Old rascal!
RUD. Old rascal!
COL. Vile seducer!
SCH. Old rascal!
MAR. He's an oak tree. He's a cannon.
RUD. He has good taste, then?
BEN. (laughing) Ha, ha!
MAR. Her hair was curly auburn.
COL. Old knave!
MAR. With ardent speed leaped he joyous to her embraces.
BEN. (with increasing exultation) Old am I, but robust yet.
RUD., SCH. and COL. Ardent with joy he sprang to her embraces.
MAR. To him she yields her woman's love and truth.
BEN. (in a very confidential tone) Bashful was I in youth, Now somewhat am I altered.
Well, what I like myself ...
Must know that my one delight ...
Is a merry damsel,--and small, I do not ask a whale, nor a world-map to study, Nor, like a full moon, A face round and ruddy; But leanness, downright leanness, No! No!
Lean women's claws oftentimes are scratchy, Their temper somewhat catchy, Full of aches, too, and mourning, As my wife is my warning.
(MARCEL bangs his fist down on the table and rises; the others follow his example, BENOIT looking on in bewilderment.)
MAR. A wife possessing!
Yet thoughts impure confessing.
SCH. and COL. Foul shame!
RUD. His vile pollution empoisons our honest abode.
SCH. and COL. Hence!
MAR. With perfume we must fumigate!
COL. Drive him forth, the reprobate!
SCH. Morality offended hence expels you!
(BENOIT staggeringly rises, and tries in vain to speak.)
BEN. But say--I say!
MAR. Be silent!
COL. Be silent!
RUD. Be silent!
(They surround BENOIT and gradually push him to the door.)
BEN. Sirs, I beg you!
MAR., SCH. and COL. Be silent, out, your lords.h.i.+p! Hence away!
RUD., MAR., SCH. and COL. Wish we your lords.h.i.+p a pleasant Christmas Eve. Ah!
