Pantaloon.. Doubtless she is grateful for the sacrifice you make.
Eglantine.. I hope not.
[Quin now has the mirror placed so that Eglantine can view his bride-to-be. It reflects other matters of importance, too.
Ah ... is that the new wig on the block? Vastly good! Quin here, Mr. Talon, has a magical touch at dressing a head. Gad, but the wig block looks as lively as I do. The mirror reflects her ladyship's portrait very well.
Pantaloon.. You love her, my lord?
[At this moment and at that word Harlequin waves his wand--it is a comb as it happens--and next we hear Columbine begin again to sing.
Eglantine.. Love, Mr. Talon, is a most unmodish thing. It may be called...! That girl is singing again!
Harlequin.. She knows no better, my lord. Shall I stop her?
Eglantine.. No. But hand me my epigrams upon love. They slip my memory. It's a pretty song. [The tablets are before him. He glances over them.] Now, let's see. Love is a ... [But he is caught by the song.] Artless as a bird! Love ... [That fine epigram seems out of place beside the song.] When a woman loves you, she ... [But while that girl is singing, he simply cannot read the foolish words.] That might be the oldest song in the world!
Harlequin.. It is, my lord.