Curse these civil shouters!
SOLDIERS all groan. Cries of "Carrac! Carrac!" with cheers heard outside.
POTIN.
Here they come, led on by Scarlotte—
GOUJON.
Scarlotte! A woman in form—a fury in nature!
POTIN.
Like my wife.
[Cheers outside.]
Good heavens! Worse and worse! Yonder comes Carrac—the king of curs!—Damme! The devil himself is a saint compared with him.