Pettifog. That’s so.
Casetwister. Whose?
Pettifog. Mine.
Gurgle. That accursed Theodotos has done it all.
Gladly (to Grab, who has been looking into his cards). Leave my ca-ca-ca——
Grab (putting his hand on his mouth). Stop your cawing.
Wordy. Say, Sly, stop courting her.
Casetwister. Anna, why have you run away from us? You had better serve us the new punch; we will be obliged to you.
Fékla (to Anna). Hurry up.
(Anna serves to the guests punch and wine, while Fékla gives her privately some signs: the guests are getting drunk.)