.... And then she left with a Musketeer! Deserted and ruined, I hung myself, and I was already off for another world, when enter Monsieur de Bergerac. He unhung me and offered me to his cousin for a steward.
THE DUENNA.
But how were you ruined so?
RAGUENEAU.
Lise had a weakness for the military, and I for poets. Mars ate all the cakes that Apollo left. Oh! they made short work of it!
THE DUENNA (rises and calls toward the window).
Roxane! Are you ready? We'll be late.
VOICE OF ROXANE (through the window).
I'm putting on my cape!