Sbri. Very good.
Mr. Pour. Soho! there, coachman. Little page! Ah! little rogue, what a whipping you will get by and by! Little page-boy! little page-boy! Where in the world is that page-boy? Will that little page never be found? Will nobody call that little page for me? Is my little page nowhere to be found?
Sbri. Marvellous! But there is one thing that I see does not do. This hood is a little too thin; I must go and fetch you a thicker one, to hide your face better in case of any accident.
Mr. Pour. What shall I do in the meantime?
Sbri. Wait for me here. I will be back in a moment; you have only to walk about.
(Mr. de Pourceaugnac walks forward and backward on the stage, mimicking the lady of rank.)
SCENE III.——MR. DE POURCEAUGNAC, TWO SWISS.
1st Swiss. (without seeing Mr. de Pourceaugnac ). Come you, make haste, mein comrad, ve vill, both of us, go to ze market-place; to zee dis Porcegnac at de chustice, which him contemns to pe hung py de neck.
2nd Swiss. (without seeing Mr. de Pourceaugnac ). Ve moost hire one vindow to zee dis chustice.
1st Swiss. Man says dat zey alreaty a great new gallow plant hafe, to hang dis Porcegnac to it.