as spirits roister , tête-à-tête . I shall laud , with verse , with mirth , your honor , health and day of birth . Should you wish another toast , I ’ ll festinate a fain riposte . ’ Tis not the juice I seek in sips , ’ tis the allusion of your lips that I homage , raising a glass which is the spouse of yours , dear lass .
MADAM CLUTTERBUCK :
Indeed , such pretty words . Now be my pet and do snuff out that vulgar flame , and then , husband , take me in your arms again .
CLUTTERBUCK : [ BLOWS OUT CANDLE .] Now , with these arms —
MADAM CLUTTERBUCK : Pray tell , alarm !
CLUTTERBUCK : What ’ s that ?
MADAM CLUTTERBUCK : Alack ! Make light !
SCENE IV — CLUTTERBUCK , MADAM CLUTTERBUCK , SGNARELLE [ INSIDE THE MAID ’ S ROOM ].
CLUTTERBUCK [ LIGHTING CANDLE , WHICH REVEALS SGANERELLE CLIMBING IN WINDOW ]: Well , well ! Sganarelle ! Our friendly neighbor , fresh from hell ! And what are you attempting here ?
MADAM CLUTTERBUCK : Indeed ! You horrid man !