MR. BOBINET, frightened, takes up the COUNT, and runs away; CRIQUET follows him.
Coun. Fie, Sir! How wrong it is to swear in that fashion!
Har. Ah! 'sdeath! If there is anything bad here, it is not my swearing, but your actions; and it would be much better for you to swear by heaven and hell than to do what you do with the viscount.
Visc. I don't know, Sir, of what you have to complain; and if….
Har. (to the VISCOUNT). I have nothing to say to you, Sir; you do right to push your fortune; that is quite natural; I see nothing strange in it, and I beg your pardon for interrupting your play. But neither can you find it strange that I complain of her proceedings; and we both have a right to do what we are doing.
Visc. I have nothing to say to that, and I do not know what cause of complaint you can have against her ladyship the Countess of Escarbagnas.
Coun. When one suffers from jealousy, one does not give way to such outbursts, but one comes peaceably to complain to the person beloved.
Har. I complain peaceably!
Coun. Yes; one does not come and shout on the stage what should be said in private.
Har. I came purposely to complain on the stage. 'Sdeath! it is the place that suits me best, and I should be glad if this were a real theatre so that I might expose you more publicly.