The Abbé wanders.--Marquis, now
Set straight your periwig, and speak!
--This Cyprus wine is heavenly, how
Much less, Camargo, than your cheek!
--My goddess ...--Do, mi, sol, la, si.
--Abbé, such treason who'll forgive you?
--May I die, ladies, if there be
A star in heaven I will not give you!
--I'd be my lady's lapdog; then ...
--Shepherdess, kiss your shepherd soon,
Shepherd, come kiss ...--Well, gentlemen?
--Do, mi, so.--Hey, good-night, good moon!