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BLAISINE.
Alas! How unhappy I am!
In what way? In what way?
Your tiresome conduct
Reduces us to extremities.
We owe money on every side.
The baker woman,
And the butcher woman,
The tanner,
His Attorney,
Our landlord,
Without fail.
Must on this day have us seized,
And perhaps have you arrested.
Alas! How unhappy I am!
In what way, in what way,
Your tiresome conduct
Reduces us to extremities.
We owe money on every side.
BLAISE.
You! In what way! In what way?
My tiresome conduct.
What are these extremities?
We are owed money on every side.
I owe nothing to the tavern.
And that is a fact.
You! In what way? In what way?
My tiresome conduct!
What are these extremities?
We are owed money on every side.
(Blaisine remains dreamy; Blaise continues to turn around the room, finds his hat on the cupboard, his wife watches him go & says:)
But today, you wretch that you are! They are coming to take our furniture.