MOTHERS.
Ah! wait a bit, you dirty little rascals.
What can it be that sets you all a-gaping?
Get home to your beds, get home, lazy rascals,
Or you shall all have a tidy beating.
(The children refuse to go. One of them cries for Parpignol'S toys and his mother pulls his ear. The mothers, relenting, buy some. Parpignol moves down the street, followed by the children, pretending to play on their toy instruments.)
PAR. (in the distance) Who'll buy some pretty toys of Parpignol!
(The waiter presents the menu, which the four friends carefully scrutinize in turn.)
SCH. Bring some venison.
MAR. I'll have turkey.
RUD. (in an undertone to MIMI) Mimi, what would you like?
MIMI. Some custard!
SCH. And some Rhenish!
COL. Bring some claret, too!