You sing so false, you'd make an eagle sick.
Be still!
GRACIEUX (laughing).
I may sing false—the song is true!
LAFFEMAS (to Scaramouche).
It's your turn now.
SCARAMOUCHE (bowing).
I'm Scaramouche, my lord!
"The Lady of Honor," sir, I open thus.
[Declaiming.
[Laffemas interrupts Scaramouche with a gesture and signs to Taillebras to speak. Taillebras makes a profound obeisance, then draws himself up.
TAILLEBRAS (with emphasis).