Bar. I have told you twenty times that I shall not open; kill yourself, die, go to the devil, I care not.
Ang. (pretending to stab herself). Farewell then…. Ay! I am dead.
Bar. Can she be stupid enough to do such a thing? I must go down with the light and see.
Ang. (aside). I will pay you back. If I can only slip into the house while you are looking for me, it shall be my turn. (She runs past Barbouillé, and manages to get into the house without his knowledge.)
Bar. Well! I knew she was not so stupid as all that! She is dead, and yet she runs like Pacolet's horse.[8] To say the truth, she really frightened me, she did right to run away, for if I had found her alive after she had given me such a fright, my boot would have taught her not to play the fool. I must go to bed now. Hallo! the wind must have shut the door to, I fear. Hi! Cathau, Cathau, open the door.
Ang. (at the window). "Cathau, Cathau! well what is the matter with Cathau?" and where do you come from, you drunkard? Well, well, my parents will soon be here, and will hear all about you. You wine-tap, you infamous wretch, you do not stir from the public-house; but leave a poor wife with little children waiting for you all day at home without caring to know if they want anything.
Bar. Open quickly, she-devil! or I'll break your head open.
SCENE XII.——GORGIBUS, VILLEBREQUIN, ANGÉLIQUE, LE BARBOUILLÉ.
Gor. Why, what is it now? still quarrelling and fighting?
Vill. What? will you never agree?