Macaire. My good man, in a roadside inn one cannot look for the impossible. Give one what small wine and what country fare you can produce.
Dumont. Gentlemen, you come here upon a most auspicious day, a red-letter day for me and my poor house, when all are welcome. Suffer me, with all delicacy, to inquire if you are not in somewhat narrow circumstances?
Macaire. My good creature, you are strangely in error; one is rolling in gold.
Bertrand. And very hungry.
Dumont. Dear me, and on this happy occasion I had registered a vow that every poor traveller should have his keep for nothing, and a pound in his pocket to help him on his journey.
| Macaire. A pound in his pocket? Bertrand. Keep for nothing? Macaire. Bitten! Bertrand. Sold again! | } | Aside. |
Dumont. I will send you what we have: poor fare, perhaps, for gentlemen like you.
SCENE V
Macaire, Bertrand; afterwards Charles, who appears on the gallery and comes down