The Cooper (1770) - Page 8

tub that is... that... why is it not finished?
Tell me?

C O L I N.

Hey! there, there, do not heat yourself up so;

F A N C H E T T E.

He will not be silent. (to Martin) Look at me then
our master, (she passes her hand under his chin.)
I would bet that you have shaved your beard today.

M A R T I N.

Why that?

F A N C H E T T E.

Because I find you as handsome as can be.

MARTIN, laughing & taking Fanchette's hand.

Seriously, my little kitten.

COLIN sings in an ironic and heavy tone.

Ah! the beautiful bird indeed....

M A R T I N.

Again? Here is a rogue who loves terribly
to sing!

F A N C H E T T E.

Hey! let him sing, work a little with
us to give us courage.

M A R T I N.

Would that give you pleasure?

F A N C H E T T E.

Oh! very much.

C O L I N.

You will also sing a little air, our master,
you who sing every Sunday at the lectern.

M A R T I N.

Will you not be quiet?

F A N C H E T T E.

He is right; sing something, your voice
cheers me like the fiddler's violin.

M A R T I N.

You want me to sing? Me, me?