MIMI. (looking curiously at RUDOLPH) Do you know who she is?
MAR. You had better ask me.
Well, her name is Musetta
Her surname is Temptation.
As to her vocation:
Like a rose in the breezes,
So she changes lover for lover without number.
And like the spiteful screech owl,
A bird that's most rapacious,
The food that most she favors is the heart!
Her food the heart is;
Thus have I now none left!
(to his friends, concealing his agitation)
So pass me the ragout!
SCH. (to COLLINE)
Now the fun's at its climax,
To one she speaks because the other listens.
COL. (to SCHAUNARD)
The other will not hear,
Feigns not to see the girl: which makes her mad.
RUD. (to MIMI)
Now let me tell you
I never would forgive you.
MIMI. (to RUDOLPH)
I love you, love you fondly,
Am wholly yours, my dearest! (eating)
COL. What's that about forgiveness?
(coquettishly watching MARCEL, who becomes agitated)
MUS. (watching MARCEL; in a loud voice to MARCEL) Why, don't you know me?
ALC. (thinking MUSETTA spoke to him) Well, I'm giving the order, dear.