Er. To die, Madam, since you receive me with so little pleasure.
Mar. Consider what wou'd become of me, if my father shou'd see you here.
Er. What wou'd you have me do?
Mar. Expect with patience some happy turn of affairs; my mother-in-law is kind and indulgent to a miracle, and her favour, if well managed, may turn to our advantage; and cou'd I prevail upon myself to declare my passion to her, I don't doubt but she'd join in our interest.
Er. Well, since we've nothing to fear from her, and your brother, you know is my intimate friend; you may therefore conceal me somewhere about the house for a few days. I'll creep into any hole.
Serv. Ay, but who must have the care of bringing us victuals?
[Aside.
Er. Thrust us into the cellar, or up into the garret: I don't care where it is, so that it be but under the same roof with you.
Serv. But I don't say so, for that jade Lisetta will have the feeding of us, and I know what kind of diet she keeps——I believe we shan't be like the fox in the fable, our bellies won't be so full but we shall be able to creep out at the same hole we got in at.
Er. Must I then be gone? must I return to Paris?