Bellac. (Graciously) The favor which you ask me becomes as nothing in comparison with the favor you do me in asking it so charmingly.
Ladies. Oh, how lovely!
Mme. de Loudan. This poetic tragedy will doubtless occupy the remainder of the evening; it will certainly prove a fitting climax!—Please say a few words beforehand—as few as you like! Of course, Genius must not be overtaxed! But, please just a few words. They will be received like the Manna of old!
Suzanne. Please, Monsieur Bellac!
Mme. Arriégo. Be generous!
Baroness. We throw ourselves at your feet!
Bellac. (Defending himself) Oh, ladies!
Mme. de Loudan. Come to our assistance, Lucy—you, his Muse! You plead with him!
Lucy. Of course; I ask him now.
Suzanne. And I, I want him too!