At first I shall dance.
Having lowered my veil,
Modestly, languidly.—Now it is
Thy turn, Dodon. Come! Step in front
Like a turkey cock, full of conceit,
And sideways, as if by accident,
Knock up against me.
(Dodon dances as commanded and awkwardly jostles the Queen.)
Good! I, striking my tambourine,
Shall fly away from thee,