Pluckx. You’ll soon see that—comprenez?
Maria. I have; if you will be sure to give it back.
Pluckx. Oh! you shall have it back soon.
Maria (takes a blanket out of a chest). Here is one; but you shall not have it, unless you give me your tunic as a pledge that you will return it.
Pluckx. Come, none of that chatter!
Maria. Gently, gently! You have seen that the Captain lets me write his proclamations for him. Nothing would be easier than for me to put in a word against you, if you don’t behave yourselves.
Taelinck. The girl is right, Pluckx.
Pluckx. Well, here’s my sarrau, then! It’s not a bad exchange. [He gives his tunic to Maria, and cuts three slits in the blanket.]
Maria. What’s that for?
Pluckx. A new-fashioned overcoat for the winter. [Puts his head and arms through the slits. All laugh except Maria.]