SCARAMOUCHE (to Marion and Didier, who until now have remained quietly apart).
Come! let us talk. Now you belong to us.
Why Monsieur fled with Madame on behind,
If you are man and wife or lovers only,
Escaping justice, or black sorcerers
Who held Madame a prisoner, perhaps—
Is not my business. What I want to know
Is what you'll act. Chimènes are best for you,
Black eyes.
[Marion makes a courtesy.
DIDIER (aside, indignant).
To hear that mountebank speak thus!
SCARAMOUCHE (to Didier).
For you: if you should want a splendid part,
We need a bully—a long-leggèd man,
Tremendous strides, a thundering voice; and when
Orgon is robbed of wife or niece, you kill
The Moor and terminate the piece. Great part!
High tragedy! 'Twill suit you splendidly.
DIDIER.
Just as you please!
SCARAMOUCHE.