COL. Only the daring can dream such visions.
RUD., MAR. and COL. Dreams that in flame soon disappear.
(Applaud enthusiastically; the flame diminishes.)
MAR. Ye gods! see the leaves well-nigh perished.
COL. How vain is the drama we cherished.
MAR. They crackle! they curl up! they die!
MAR. and COL. The author—down with him, we cry.
(From the middle door two boys enter, carrying provisions and fuel; the three friends turn, and with a surprised cry, seize the provisions and place them on the table. COLLINE carries the wood to the fireplace.)
RUD. Fuel!
MAR. Wine, too!