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LA BRIDE.
Air: Friends, without regretting Paris, etc.
Oh! but let us drink of this one.
MARCEL, stopping him with precipitation.
Leave that beverage there.
LA BRIDE.
Could it be poison?
MARCEL.
No indeed.
But be wary of using it.
It is a beverage that has the virtue of suffocating one on the spot like the most subtle poison, and of inducing sleep for half an hour. I composed it for a man to whom I owe, saving your respect, the honor of cutting off a leg tomorrow morning.
LA BRIDE.
It is very dangerous then?
MARCEL.
All the harm it causes is to make one sleep a little longer than one might wish. Do you want to taste it?
LA BRIDE.
No thank you. Do you still meddle in medicine, then?
MARCEL.
Always, and if you are ever sick, my friend, come to me; I guarantee I can dispatch you just as skillfully as any doctor of the faculty.
LA BRIDE.
Many thanks.
MARCEL.
ARIETTE.
Yes, I am
An expert in medicine;
And it is not the outward appearance
That makes the man of worth.
During this time the women come and go, bringing glasses and wine.
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