Palm. Death shall never part us; my destiny is yours. [He is led off, she follows.
Mel. Impertinent! Oh I am the most unfortunate person this day breathing: That the princess should thus rompre en visiere, without occasion. Let me die, but I'll follow her to death, till I make my peace.
Pala. [Holding her.] And let me die, but I'll follow you to the infernals, till you pity me.
Mel. [Turning towards him angrily.] Ay, 'tis long of you that this malheur is fallen upon me; your impertinence has put me out of the good graces of the princess, and all that, which has ruined me, and all that, and, therefore, let me die, but I'll be revenged, and all that.
Pala. Façon, façon, you must and shall love me, and all that; for my old man is coming up, and all that; and I am desesperé au dernier, and will not be disinherited, and all that.
Mel. How durst you interrupt me so mal apropos, when you knew I was addressing to the princess?
Pala. But why would you address yourself so much a contretemps then?
Mel. Ah, mal peste!
Pala. Ah, j'enrage!
Phil. Radoucissez vous, de grace, madame; vous étes bien en colere pour peu de chose. Vous n'entendez pas la raillerie gallante.