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one is
rolling in gold.
BERTRAND. And very hungry.
DUMONT. Dear me, and on this happy occasion I had registered a
vow that every poor traveller should have his keep for nothing,
and a pound in his pocket to help him on his journey.
MACAIRE. A pound in his pocket? }
BERTRAND. Keep for nothing? } ASIDE.
MACAIRE. Bitten! }
BERTRAND. Sold again! }
DUMONT. I will send you what we have: poor fare, perhaps, for
gentlemen like you.
SCENE V
MACAIRE, BERTRAND; AFTERWARDS CHARLES, WHO APPEARS ON THE
GALLERY, AND COMES DOWN.
BERTRAND. I told you so. Why will you fly so high?
MACAIRE. Bertrand, don't crush me. A pound: a fortune! With a
pound to start upon - two pounds, for I'd have borrowed yours -
three months from now I might have been driving in my barouche,
with you behind it, Bertrand, in a tasteful livery.
BERTRAND (SEEING CHARLES). Lord, a policeman!
MACAIRE. Steady! What is a policeman? Justice's blind eye.
(TO CHARLES.) I think, sir, you are in the force?
CHARLES. I am, sir, and it was in that character -
MACAIRE. Ah, sir, a fine service!
CHARLES. It is, sir, and if your papers -
MACAIRE. You become your uniform. Have you a mother? Ah, well,
well!
CHARLES. My duty, sir -
MACAIRE. They tell me one Macaire - is not that his name,
Bertrand? - has broken jail at Lyons?
CHARLES. He has, sir, and it is precisely for that reason -
MACAIRE. Well, good-bye. (SHAKING CHARLES BY THE HAND AND
LEADING HIM TOWARDS THE DOOR, L. U. E.) Sweet spot, sweet spot.
The scenery is . . . (KISSES HIS FINGER-TIPS. EXIT CHARLES).
And now, what is a policeman?
BERTRAND. A bobby.
SCENE VI
MACAIRE, BERTRAND; TO WHOM ALINE WITH TRAY; AND AFTERWARDS MAIDS
ALINE (ENTERING WITH TRAY, AND PROCEEDING TO LAY TABLE, L.) My
men, you are in better luck than usual. It isn't every day you
go shares in a wedding feast.
MACAIRE. A wedding? Ah, and you're the bride.
ALINE. What makes you fancy that?
MACAIRE. Heavens, am I blind?
ALINE. Well, then, I wish I was.
MACAIRE. I take you at the word: have me.
ALINE. You will never be hanged for modesty.
MACAIRE. Modesty is for the poor: when one is rich and nobly
born, 'tis but a clog. I love you. What is your name?
ALINE. Guess again, and you'll guess wrong. (ENTER THE OTHER
SERVANTS WITH WINE BASKETS.) Here, set the wine down. No, that
is the old Burgundy for the wedding party. These gentlemen must
put up with a different bin. (SETTING WINE BEFORE MACAIRE AND
BERTRAND, WHO ARE AT TABLE, L.)
MACAIRE (DRINKING). Vinegar, by the supreme Jove!
BERTRAND. Sold again!
MACAIRE. Now, Bertrand, mark me. (BEFORE THE SERVANTS HE
EXCHANGES THE BOTTLE FOR THE ONE IN FRONT OF DUMONT'S PLACE AT
THE HEAD OF THE OTHER TABLE.) Was it well done?
BERTRAND. Immense.
MACAIRE (EMPTYING HIS GLASS INTO BERTRAND'S). There, Bertrand,
you may finish that. Ha! music?
SCENE VII
To these, from the inn, L. U. E., DUMONT, CHARLES, the CURATE,
the NOTARY jigging: from the inn, R. U. E., FIDDLERS playing and
dancing; and through door L. C., GORIOT, ERNESTINE, PEASANTS,
dancing likewise. Air: 'Haste to the Wedding.' As the parties
meet, the music ceases.
DUMONT. Welcome, neighbours! welcome friends! Ernestine, here
is my Charles, no longer mine. A thousand welcomes. O the gay
day! O the auspicious wedding! (CHARLES, ERNESTINE, DUMONT,
GORIOT, CURATE, AND NOTARY SIT TO THE WEDDING FEAST; PEASANTS,
FIDDLERS, AND MAIDS, GROUPED AT BACK, DRINKING FROM THE BARREL.)
O, I must have all happy around me.
GORIOT. Then help the soup.
DUMONT. Give me leave: I must have all happy. Shall these poor
gentlemen upon a day like this drink ordinary wine? Not so: I
shall drink it. (TO MACAIRE, WHO IS JUST ABOUT TO FILL HIS
GLASS) Don't touch it, sir! Aline, give me that gentleman's
bottle and take him mine: with old Dumont's compliments.
MACAIRE. What?
BERTRAND. Change the
rolling in gold.
BERTRAND. And very hungry.
DUMONT. Dear me, and on this happy occasion I had registered a
vow that every poor traveller should have his keep for nothing,
and a pound in his pocket to help him on his journey.
MACAIRE. A pound in his pocket? }
BERTRAND. Keep for nothing? } ASIDE.
MACAIRE. Bitten! }
BERTRAND. Sold again! }
DUMONT. I will send you what we have: poor fare, perhaps, for
gentlemen like you.
SCENE V
MACAIRE, BERTRAND; AFTERWARDS CHARLES, WHO APPEARS ON THE
GALLERY, AND COMES DOWN.
BERTRAND. I told you so. Why will you fly so high?
MACAIRE. Bertrand, don't crush me. A pound: a fortune! With a
pound to start upon - two pounds, for I'd have borrowed yours -
three months from now I might have been driving in my barouche,
with you behind it, Bertrand, in a tasteful livery.
BERTRAND (SEEING CHARLES). Lord, a policeman!
MACAIRE. Steady! What is a policeman? Justice's blind eye.
(TO CHARLES.) I think, sir, you are in the force?
CHARLES. I am, sir, and it was in that character -
MACAIRE. Ah, sir, a fine service!
CHARLES. It is, sir, and if your papers -
MACAIRE. You become your uniform. Have you a mother? Ah, well,
well!
CHARLES. My duty, sir -
MACAIRE. They tell me one Macaire - is not that his name,
Bertrand? - has broken jail at Lyons?
CHARLES. He has, sir, and it is precisely for that reason -
MACAIRE. Well, good-bye. (SHAKING CHARLES BY THE HAND AND
LEADING HIM TOWARDS THE DOOR, L. U. E.) Sweet spot, sweet spot.
The scenery is . . . (KISSES HIS FINGER-TIPS. EXIT CHARLES).
And now, what is a policeman?
BERTRAND. A bobby.
SCENE VI
MACAIRE, BERTRAND; TO WHOM ALINE WITH TRAY; AND AFTERWARDS MAIDS
ALINE (ENTERING WITH TRAY, AND PROCEEDING TO LAY TABLE, L.) My
men, you are in better luck than usual. It isn't every day you
go shares in a wedding feast.
MACAIRE. A wedding? Ah, and you're the bride.
ALINE. What makes you fancy that?
MACAIRE. Heavens, am I blind?
ALINE. Well, then, I wish I was.
MACAIRE. I take you at the word: have me.
ALINE. You will never be hanged for modesty.
MACAIRE. Modesty is for the poor: when one is rich and nobly
born, 'tis but a clog. I love you. What is your name?
ALINE. Guess again, and you'll guess wrong. (ENTER THE OTHER
SERVANTS WITH WINE BASKETS.) Here, set the wine down. No, that
is the old Burgundy for the wedding party. These gentlemen must
put up with a different bin. (SETTING WINE BEFORE MACAIRE AND
BERTRAND, WHO ARE AT TABLE, L.)
MACAIRE (DRINKING). Vinegar, by the supreme Jove!
BERTRAND. Sold again!
MACAIRE. Now, Bertrand, mark me. (BEFORE THE SERVANTS HE
EXCHANGES THE BOTTLE FOR THE ONE IN FRONT OF DUMONT'S PLACE AT
THE HEAD OF THE OTHER TABLE.) Was it well done?
BERTRAND. Immense.
MACAIRE (EMPTYING HIS GLASS INTO BERTRAND'S). There, Bertrand,
you may finish that. Ha! music?
SCENE VII
To these, from the inn, L. U. E., DUMONT, CHARLES, the CURATE,
the NOTARY jigging: from the inn, R. U. E., FIDDLERS playing and
dancing; and through door L. C., GORIOT, ERNESTINE, PEASANTS,
dancing likewise. Air: 'Haste to the Wedding.' As the parties
meet, the music ceases.
DUMONT. Welcome, neighbours! welcome friends! Ernestine, here
is my Charles, no longer mine. A thousand welcomes. O the gay
day! O the auspicious wedding! (CHARLES, ERNESTINE, DUMONT,
GORIOT, CURATE, AND NOTARY SIT TO THE WEDDING FEAST; PEASANTS,
FIDDLERS, AND MAIDS, GROUPED AT BACK, DRINKING FROM THE BARREL.)
O, I must have all happy around me.
GORIOT. Then help the soup.
DUMONT. Give me leave: I must have all happy. Shall these poor
gentlemen upon a day like this drink ordinary wine? Not so: I
shall drink it. (TO MACAIRE, WHO IS JUST ABOUT TO FILL HIS
GLASS) Don't touch it, sir! Aline, give me that gentleman's
bottle and take him mine: with old Dumont's compliments.
MACAIRE. What?
BERTRAND. Change the