The Marshal.
For what reason? Get along with you! Get along with you! Be quick!
The Painter.
It is true. You are right. Here, we are ruined.
The Marshal.
And what is to become of you?
The Painter.
That has never troubled me. The world is wide. One can walk about it, and find something to sketch by the way.
The Marshal.
How would it be if you went with me?