CRONIAMANTAL
You look like me!
PAPONAT
Not much. I am happy to live, while you die beside the fountain.
CRONIAMANTAL
But the happiness which you proclaim, do you not forget it? and forget mine? You resemble me! The happy man rubs his hands. Smell them. What do they smell like?
PAPONAT
The odour of death.
CRONIAMANTAL
Ha! ha! ha! The happy man has the same odour as death! Rub your hands. What difference between the happy man and the corpse! I am also happy, although I don't want to rub my hands. Be happy, rub your hands. Be happy! again! Now do you know it, the odour of happiness?