Tuneless Listen to me—if you what to celebrate, we must make him believe his wife is dead.
MacPherson
Ho, ho, ho—both dead.
Mrs. MacPherson
And both widows.
Tuneless
If he asks you—say no more than "She is dead."— But when? But how?
But why?
MacPherson
She is dead.
Tuneless Very good. But that's not the only thing. We must prevent these two from meeting, and to do that you may have to counterfeit drunkenness.
Mrs. MacPherson
I'll take care of that. We will drink despite him.
Tuneless
Yes. Watch him for me until I come back.
(Exit Tuneless.)
MacPherson
We have to say "Your wife is dead, and we're drinking our sorrows."