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Rh The Marquises!—in the pit?…

Oh! only for a minute or two!

What now! So we make our entrance like a pack of woollen-drapers! Peaceably, without disturbing the folk, or treading on their toes!—Oh fie! fie!

Cuigy! Brissaille!

True to our word!… Troth, we are here before the candles are lit.

Ay, indeed! Enough! I am of an ill humour…

Nay, nay, Marquis! see, for your consolation, they are coming to light up!

Ah!… [They form in groups round the lustres as they