One Never Thinks of Everything (1771) - Page 5

MR. T U E.

Where is the key?

M A R G A R I T A.

Here it is.

MR. T U E.

Have you locked the antechamber?

M A R G A R I T A.

Yes.

MR. T U E.

The key?

M A R G A R I T A.

Here it is, & here also is the one for the bottom of the staircase.

MR. T U E.

I bet you haven't closed the shutters.

M A R G A R I T A.

That is where I started.

MR. T U E.

And the double casements?

M A R G A R I T A.

Yes.

MR. T U E.

If only I could guard her myself! But my cursed profession as a Physician...

A Merchant

In his shop

Awaits

The customer;

The trade:

He keeps there, there, there.

And his wife & his gold,

His notes, his safe.

Everything is there, there, there.

Who will deceive him?

Everything is under his eyes.

Everything is for the best.

But a learned Physician,

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