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!