D’Eglantiers. That’s me, standing here.
Michiel (reads). “And Lieutenant Taelinck——”
Taelinck. Here’s the man you’re reading about, compère!
Michiel. “To all that shall read these presents, salutation! salutation!” (Bows.)
D’Eglantiers and Taelinck. Salutation!
Michiel (reads). “Citizens! a Dutch army, ten thousand strong, is marching on this village!” What’s this?
D’Eglantiers. That’s not on the paper, you scoundrel!
[General consternation.]
Michiel. It is there—read for yourself!
D’Eglantiers. Then it’s a forged document—parbleu!