LAFFEMAS (_alone_).
Humph!
The wretched juggler! Pride in such base souls!
If you some day should fall into my hands
Unoccupied with better sort of game--
But this will not find Didier! Now, I can't
Take all this crowd and put them to the torture.
This is worse work than hunting needles in
A haystack. Faith! a chemist's crucible
Bewitched I ought to have, which, eating up
The lead and copper, would reveal at last
The golden ingot hid by much alloy.
Go to the Cardinal without my prize?
[_Striking his brow._
That's it! The clever thought! Oh, joy! He's mine!
[_Calling through the barn door._
Ho, gentlemen, comedians! one word, please.
[_The actors crowd out of the barn._