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Let us not be weak enough to yield. Rigor, zounds, rigor is the brake that must be applied to the caprices of the sex... That is finished, I will henceforth arrange myself in such a way... (He calls) Crispin...
Monsieur.
Let us see to spending an evening somewhere less disagreeable.
Give me my cane and my hat.
Are you going to go out?
My cane and my hat, I tell you.
There is no way to put up with it (Crispin brings what he asks for.) Very well. Listen, where is my wife?
Madame? I thought she was with you.