Ros. ’Twas Bacchus taught men to drown reason in cans.
L’Ec. ’Twas Cupid taught ladies the first use of fans.
Ros. How diff’rent the garland, their votaries twine,—
How genteel is the myrtle—how vulgar the vine!
L’Ec. Of myrtle or vine I pretend not to know,
But a fig-leaf I think would be most apropos: Exeunt.
[ SCENE II.]—The Count’s Chamber—De Valmont is discovered gazing in profound meditation upon a miniature picture.
De Val. Eugenia!
Now of the angel race, and hous’d in Heaven!
Forgive, dear saint! these blameful eyes that flow