Bar. Yes, you catch me! You may go and sleep where you come from; I shall not open to a gad-about like you. What! alone at this time of night! I don't know if it is fancy, but my forehead seems to me already rougher by half.
Ang. Well, what do you mean by scolding me because I am alone? You scold me if I have anybody near me; what am I to do?
Bar. Stop at home, give orders for the supper, take care of the household, and of the children; but it is no use talking so much; good-bye, good night, go to the devil and leave me in peace.
Ang. You won't open to me?
Bar. No. I shall not open to you.
Ang. Ah! my dear little husband, I beg of you open the door; do, my darling little heart.
Bar. Ah! crocodile! Ah! dangerous serpent! you caress me to betray me.
Ang. Open, do open.
Bar. Farewell! Vade retro, Satanas!
Ang. What, you won't open.