JOD. He is devilish witty.
MAD. He--his wit is so gallant and well expressed.
MASC. Viscount, tell me, when did you see the Countess last?
JOD. I have not paid her a visit these three weeks.
MASC. Do you know that the duke came to see me this morning; he would
fain have taken me into the country to hunt a stag with him?
MAD. Here come our friends.
SCENE XIII.--LUCILE, CELIMENE, CATHOS, MADELON, MASCARILLE, JODELET,
MAROTTE, ALMANZOR, AND MUSICIANS.
MAD. Lawk! my dears, we beg your pardon. These gentlemen had a fancy to
put life into our heels; we sent for you to fill up the void of our
assembly.
LUC. We are certainly much obliged to you for doing so.
MASC. This is a kind of extempore ball, ladies, but one of these days we
shall give you one in form. Have the musicians come?
ALM. Yes, sir, they are here.
CAT. Come then, my dears, take your places.
MASC. (_Dancing by himself and singing_). La, la, la, la, la, la, la,
la.
MAD. What a very elegant shape he has.
CAT. He looks as if he were a first-rate dancer.
MASC. (_Taking out Madelon to dance_). My freedom will dance a Couranto
as well as my feet. Play in time, musicians, in time. O what ignorant
wretches! There is no dancing with them.
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