JOD. War is a fine thing; but, upon my word, the court does not properly
reward men of merit like us.
MASC. That is the reason I intend to hang up my sword.
CAT. As for me, I have a tremendous liking for gentlemen of the army.
[Footnote: Cathos, who only repeats what her cousin says, and has
observed that Mascarille admires Madelon, is resolved to worship more
particularly the Viscount de Jodelet.]
MAD. I love them, too; but I like bravery seasoned with wit.
MASC. Do you remember, Viscount, our taking that half-moon from the
enemy at the siege of Arras?
[Footnote: Turenne compelled the Prince de Conde and the Spanish army to
raise the siege of Arras in 1654.]
JOD. What do you mean by a half-moon? It was a complete full moon.
MASC. I believe you are right.
JOD. Upon my word, I ought to remember it very well. I was wounded in
the leg by a hand-grenade, of which I still carry the marks. Pray, feel
it, you can perceive what sort of a wound it was.
CAT. (_Putting her hand to the place_). The scar is really large.
MASC. Give me your hand for a moment, and feel this; there, just at the
back of my head. Do you feel it?
MAD. Ay, I feel something.
MASC. A musket shot which I received the last campaign I served in.
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