CAT. What a passion there breathes in this music. It is enough to make one die away with delight!
MAD. There is something plaintive in it.
MASC. Do you not think that the air perfectly well expresses the sentiment, stop thief, stop thief? And then as if some one cried out very loud, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop thief! Then all at once like a person out of breath, Stop thief!
MAD. This is to understand the perfection of things, the grand perfection, the perfection of perfections. I declare it is altogether a wonderful performance. I am quite enchanted with the air and the words.
CAT. I never yet met with anything so excellent.
MASC. All that I do comes naturally to me; it is without study.
MAD. Nature has treated you like a very fond mother; you are her darling child.
MASC. How do you pass away the time, ladies?
CAT. With nothing at all.
MAD. Until now we have lived in a terrible dearth of amusements.