Host. Yes, for those who have nothing else to do!
Lebrêt. What says he? He makes game of us.
Host. Never dreamt of it. But now, my friends, look to it that you go away—my performance will begin in a minute, and I can't find you a job in it.
Lebrêt. What performance? Is this a theatre?
Host. Certainly, 'tis a theatre. Why, only a fortnight ago your friend was playing here.
Lebrêt. Were you playing here, Grasset?... Why do you let the fellow jeer at you like that without punishing him?
Grasset. Calm yourself—it is true; I did play here. This is no ordinary tavern: 'tis a den of thieves. Come.
Host. You'll pay first.
Lebrêt. If this is a den of thieves I won't pay a single sou.
Host. Explain to your friend where he is.