The Farrier (1771) - Page 15

Have the look

Of someone thin and pale

Like a clerk

At the end of Lent;

Be sluggish,

Weak, suffering,

And languishing:

I shall make it my business.

To make you, friend,

Sprightly and healthy,

Singing a little song,

Drinking, having a good time.

For the medicinal art,

Marcel has no equal.

Here is the wine. (to the women.) Go away, you others: women should not be there when one is talking business.

C L A U D I N E, softly to Marcel.

Are you going to speak of the marriage?

M A R C E L, softly.

Do not worry yourself.

J E A N N E T T E, softly to her father.

Father, do not give me to that ugly husband.

M A R C E L.

Walk, walk, little girl.

(Jeannette exits.)

SCENE VII.

MARCEL, LA BRIDE.

LA BRIDE.

What did she say?

MARCEL.

Nothing; it is just a whim: those devilish women have their heads full of them. Come, let us return to our account, and sit there, I will dictate the items to you.