RUD., SCH. and COL. Ardent with joy he sprang to her embraces.
MAR. To him she yields her woman's love and truth.
BEN. (in a very confidential tone)
Bashful was I in youth,
Now somewhat am I altered.
Well, what I like myself …
Must know that my one delight …
Is a merry damsel,—and small,
I do not ask a whale, nor a world-map to study,
Nor, like a full moon,
A face round and ruddy;
But leanness, downright leanness, No! No!
Lean women's claws oftentimes are scratchy,
Their temper somewhat catchy,
Full of aches, too, and mourning,
As my wife is my warning.
(MARCEL bangs his fist down on the table and rises; the others follow his example, BENOIT looking on in bewilderment.)
MAR. A wife possessing!
Yet thoughts impure confessing.
SCH. and COL. Foul shame!
RUD. His vile pollution empoisons our honest abode.
SCH. and COL. Hence!
MAR. With perfume we must fumigate!
COL. Drive him forth, the reprobate!