(He continues his way across the court. Louis and the Abbot whisper together. In the rear, from behind the chapel, Macias, the hunter, enters with a young deer upon his back, and at his belt a brace of geese. Simon is holding one of the fowls by the tip of its wing, Basil and Rene following.)
Basil—What'll you have, Simon?
Simon— Collops and sauce.
Basil—Pluck-pudding or crupper?
Simon— Both, God bless us.
Basil— Both!
Rene—Goose, too?
Simon— Ay, stuffed with plums.
Basil— Why, you just had
A hunk of beef.
Simon— Sh! (He points to the Abbot.)