MAR. I feel somehow as if I fain must shout:
Ho! laughing lassies, will you play at love?
Let's play together, let's play the game of buy and sell:
Who'll give a penny for my guileless heart?
(_Pushing through the crowd, RUDOLPH and MIMI, arm in arm, approach a bonnet shop._)
RUD. Let's go!
MIMI. To buy the bonnet?
RUD. Hold tightly to my arm, love!
(They enter the bonnet shop.)
(SCHAUNARD strolls about in front of the Café Momus, waiting for his friends, and, armed with his huge pipe and hunting horn, he watches the crowd curiously.)
SCH. Surging onward—eager, breathless—
Moves the madding crowd,
As they frolic ever
In their wild, insane endeavor.
COL. (comes up, waving an old book in triumph)
Such a rare copy! well-nigh unique,
A grammar of Runic!
SCH. (who arrives at that moment behind COLLINE, compassionately)
Honest fellow!