Together.
His whims ye must follow,
His transports though fleet,
His pinings too sweet
Though often comes sorrow,
The thousand delights
The wounds of his darts
Still charm all the hearts.
ACT III.
SCENE I.—BÉRALDE, ARGAN, TOINETTE.
Ber. Well, brother, what do you say to that? Isn’t it as good as a dose of cassia?
Toi. Oh! good cassia is a very good thing, Sir.
Ber. Now, shall we have a little chat together.
Arg. Wait a moment, brother, I’ll be back directly.
Toi. Here, Sir; you forget that you cannot get about without a stick.