Come in quickly, and reach us the Counsellor of the Graces.
MAR. Upon my word, I do not know what sort of a beast that is; you must
speak like a Christian if you would have me know your meaning.
CAT. Bring us the looking-glass, you blockhead! and take care not to
contaminate its brightness by the communication of your image.
SCENE VIII.--MASCARILLE, TWO CHAIRMEN.
MASC. Stop, chairman, stop. Easy does it! Easy, easy! I think these
boobies intend to break me to pieces by bumping me against the walls and
the pavement.
1 CHAIR. Ay, marry, because the gate is narrow and you would make us
bring you in here.
MASC. To be sure, you rascals! Would you have me expose the fulness of
my plumes to the inclemency of the rainy season, and let the mud receive
the impression of my shoes? Begone; take away your chair.
2 CHAIR. Then please to pay us, sir.
MASC. What?
2 CHAIR. Sir, please to give us our money, I say.
MASC. (_Giving him a box on the ear_). What, scoundrel, to ask money
from a person of my rank!
2 CHAIR. Is this the way poor people are to be paid? Will your rank get
us a dinner?
MASC. Ha, ha! I shall teach you to keep your right place. Those low
fellows dare to make fun of me!
1 CHAIR. (_Taking up one of the poles of his chair_).
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