STRAFOREL. Very well, but who is going to pay me? [Looking in the distance] Stop there! Here's someone else.
[Enter BERGAMIN and PASQUINOT, their hair and clothes ruffled, as if they had been fighting.]
PASQUINOT. [Readjusting his clothes and holding BERGAMIN's wig]
Here's your wig!
BERGAMIN. And here's yours!
PASQUINOT. After this, you can't imagine I'll—?
BERGAMIN. I would no more live with you now than—
[Enter SYLVETTE.]
PASQUINOT. My daughter!—Say nothing about this!
SYLVETTE. [Throwing her arms about her father's neck] Papa, I can't marry Percinet!
[Enter the NOTARY and four WITNESSES.]