NIC. (_to_ LUCILE). I was quite shocked at it.
LUC. It can only be what I tell you, Nicole; but there he is.
CLE. (_to_ COVIELLE). I will not condescend even to speak to her.
COV. I will do like you.
LUC. What is it, Cleonte? What can be the matter with you?
NIC. What ails you, Covielle?
LUC. What trouble afflicts you?
NIC. What fit of bad temper has got hold of you?
LUC. Are you dumb, Cleonte?
NIC. Have you lost your tongue, Covielle?
CLE. How deceitful she is!
COV. How Judas-like!
LUC. I see that our meeting of this morning has troubled your mind.
CLE. (_to_ COVIELLE). Ah! ah! we are conscious of what we have
done?
NIC. Our reception of this morning has put you out.
COV. (_to_ CLEONTE). We know where the shoe pinches.
LUC. Is it not true, Cleonte; is not this the cause of your vexation?
CLE. Yes, faithless girl, it is, since I am to speak; but I must
inform you that you shall not have, as you fancy, all the glory of
your faithlessness; I wish to be the first to break with you, and you
shall not have the pleasure of driving me away. I shall find it hard,
I know, to conquer the love I feel for you; it will bring grief to me;
I am sure, to suffer for a while; but I will overcome it, and I had
rather stab myself to the heart than be weak enough to return to you.
COV. (_to_ NICOLE). As the master says, so says the man.
LUC. This is much ado about nothing, Cleonte, and I wish to tell you
what made me avoid you this morning.
CLE. (_trying to go away to avoid_ LUCILE). I will hear nothing.
NIC. (_to_ COVIELLE). I want to tell you why we passed you so
quickly.
COV. (_trying also to go away to avoid_ NICOLE). I will hear
nothing.
LUC. (_following_ CLEONTE). Know, then, that this morning....
CLE. (_still walking away without looking at_ LUCILE). No, I tell
you.
NIC. (_following_ COVIELLE). Let me tell you....
COV. (_still walking away without looking at_ NICOLE). No, you
jilt!
LUC. Listen.
CLE. Don't trouble me.
NIC. Let me tell you.
COV. I am deaf.
LUC. Cleonte!
CLE. No.
NIC. Covielle!
COV. No.
LUC. Wait.
CLE. Nonsense.
NIC. Listen to me.
COV. Rubbish.
LUC. One moment.
CLE. Not a bit.
NIC. A little patience.
COV. Fiddle-de-dee!
LUC. A couple of words.
CLE. No; all is over.
NIC. One word.
COV. Not one.
LUC. (_stopping_). Very well! Since you will not listen to me,
keep your own thoughts to yourself, and do as you please.
NIC. (_stopping also_). Since you act in that fashion, think what
you like.
CLE. (_turning towards_ LUCILE). Well, what was the reason for
such a welcome?
LUC. (_going away in her turn_, _to avoid_ CLEONTE). I don't
choose to tell you now.
COV. (_turning towards_ NICOLE). Give us that story.
NIC. (_going away also_, _to avoid_ COVIELLE). I don't wish
to tell it you now.
CLE. (_following_ LUCILE). Tell me....
LUC. (_walking away without looking at_ CLEONTE). No; I will tell
you nothing.
COV. (_following_ NICOLE). Relate to me....
NIC. (_walking away without looking at_ COVIELLE). No; I shall
relate nothing.
CLE. For mercy's sake!
LUC. No, I tell you.
COV. For pity's sake!
NIC. No; not another word.
CLE. I beseech you.
LUC. Leave me.
COV. I entreat you.
NIC. Get away from here.
CLE. Lucile!
LUC. No.
COV. Nicole!
NIC. Nothing.
CLE. For heaven's sake.
LUC. I will not.
COV. Speak to me.
NIC. I won't.
CLE. Clear up my doubts.
LUC. No; I will do nothing of the kind.
COV. Ease my mind.
NIC. No; it is not my wish to do so.
CLE. Very well! Since you care so little to relieve my grief, and to
justify yourself of the unworthy treatment my love has received from
you, you see me for the last time; and I am going away from you to die
of grief and love.
COV. (_to_ NICOLE). And I will follow his steps.
LUC. (_to_ CLEONTE, _who is going_). Cleonte!
NIC. (_to_ COVIELLE, _who is going_). Covielle!
CLE. (_stopping_). Hey?
COV. (_stopping also_). What do you say?
LUC. Where are you going?
CLE. Where I have told you.
COV. We are going to die.
LUC. You are going to die, Cleonte?
CLE. Yes, cruel one, since you wish it.
LUC. I! I wish you to die!
CLE. Yes, you wish it.
LUC. Who told you such a thing?
CLE. Is it not wishing it, to refuse to clear up my suspicions?
LUC. Is it my fault? If you had but listened to me, I would have told
you at once that the treatment you complain of was caused by the
presence of an old aunt, who persists in saying that the mere approach
of a man is dishonour to a girl; she is always lecturing us about it,
and depicts all men to us as so many scamps whom we ought always to
avoid.
NIC. (_to_ COVIELLE.) This is the whole secret of the affair.
CLE. (_to_ LUCILE). Are you not deceiving me, Lucile?
COV. (_to_ NICOLE). Are you not imposing upon me?
LUC. It is the exact truth.
NIC. That's how it is.
COV. (_to_ CLEONTE). Shall we surrender after this?
CLE. Ah! Lucile! How you can with one word bring back peace to my
heart; and how easily we suffer ourselves to be persuaded by those we
love.
COV. How easily these queer animals succeed in getting round us.