STUDENTS and CITIZENS. 'Tis the Tattoo!
(Hastening from the left. As the Tattoo is still a long way off, the folk run hither and thither, as if uncertain from which quarter the band will appear.)
SCH. But who has got my purse?
(They all feel their pockets which are empty; none can explain the sudden disappearance of SCHAUNARD'S purse, and they look at each other in surprise.)
STREET ARABS. Will they come along this way?
WORK GIRLS and STUDENTS. No; from there.
STREET ARABS. They are coming down this way.
WORK GIRLS and STUDENTS. Here they come!
CITIZENS. Way there!
HAWKERS. Way there!