[ ASIDE }: A rat , more like , is to your taste . [ TO MADAM }: Madam ’ s pleasure is my haste .
MADAM CLUTTERBUCK : [ ASIDE }: It just won ’ t do , albeit fluke , to have the friar spied upon the window of my good repute . But my maid ( I do suspect ) has little pudeur to protect . [ TO LUCILLE }: But since you are used to vermin ( Lord knows what creatures maids indulge ), I am sure my grand boudoir will prove a treat for you , my dear ; you needn ’ t thank me for my pains .
LUCILLE [ ASIDE }: Which means I must . [ TO MADAM }: Oh , thank you much , so very much ! I ’ ll prove a tidy resident . [ ASIDE }: Perhaps I ’ ll suss out the vermin . [ TO MADAM }: Shall I prepare your luncheon now ?
MADAM CLUTTERBUCK :
Yes , my dear , and , by the way , Mascarille tonight will lodge in the farm barn , for some offense he ’ s done the master where or whence .
LUCILLE [ ASIDE }: Eccentric schemes afoot tonight ! [ TO MADAM }: Your repast shall be served up , right . [ DEPARTS .} SCENE III — MADAM CLUTTERBUCK .
MADAM CLUTTERBUCK : Who was it that invented love , some vixen sprite with injured pique ? Perchance a satyr made canards a higher art ?