RUD. She once was Marcel's love;
She wantonly forsook her fate,
And rarer game she thought to capture!
MIMI. The love that's born of passion ends in grief;
That poor, unhappy girl!
She moves me to tears!
RUD. Who can revive a love that's dead?
MAR. Hold me back! hold me back!
COL. Who knows what will happen now?
Goodness me! 'tis most unpleasant!
Anyhow, it is for me!
She is pretty, I don't doubt it;
Yet I would rather have
My pipe and a page of Homer!
SCH. See the braggart in a moment will give in;
The snare for some is pleasant,
For the biter and the bit.
(to COLLINE)
If such a pretty damsel
Should but make eyes at you,
You'd forget your mouldy classics,
And run to fetch her shoe.
MUS. Ah! Marcel you are vanquished!
And though your heart is breaking,
You'd never let us know, (feigning great regret)
(I must try to get rid of the old boy.)
Oh! dear!
ALC. What now?