It's as bad as a low tavern.—(Showing the man drinking):
Drunkards!—(One of the fencers backs up against him):
Cut throats!—(He is pushed on to the card-players):
Gamblers!
GUARD (still pursuing the flower-girl).
A kiss!
TRADESMAN (hearing him).
And worse!—For shame! To think that walls like these, my son, have seen the plays of Rotrou!
THE SON.
And Corneille's!
A TROOP OF PAGES (coming in, dancing and singing, holding each other by the hand, so as to form a string).
Tra la la la la la la la la la la lère!....