We must now love more than ever.
SYLVETTE. But we do--we adore--
PERCINET. The word is not a bit too strong.
SYLVETTE. Love can console us. Can it not, my treasure?
PERCINET. Certainly, my jewel.
SYLVETTE. Good-bye then, my dearest.
PERCINET. Good-bye, my darling.
SYLVETTE. I shall dream of you, my heart.
PERCINET. And I of you.
SYLVETTE. Good-night. [She goes out.]
PERCINET. So this is how I have been treated!-- But who is this?
See the long moustaches--I don't know him--
[STRAFOREL enters and walks majestically toward PERCINET.]
STRAFOREL. [With a profound bow] I have come to collect a small
bill.
PERCINET. Are you an upholsterer?
STRAFOREL. Run along, young man, and tell your papa I am waiting
for him.
PERCINET. What is your name?
STRAFOREL. My name is Straforel.
PERCINET. [With a start] He?! This is too much!
STRAFOREL. [Smiling] Then you know, young man?
PERCINET. [Throwing the bill in STRAFOREL's face] Wretch! It
was you!
STRAFOREL. It was, Per Bacco!
PERCINET. I have you at last.
STRAFOREL. The people you kill, you see, are in the best of health.
PERCINET. [Drawing his sword and making a pass at STRAFOREL]
You will see!
STRAFOREL.
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