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Rh Good—I fly! Ah, the scoundrels! A hundred men 'gainst one! [Looking lovingly at ] Ah, to leave her!… [looking with rage at ] and him!… But save Lignière I must!

Begin!

My wig!

He is bald! Bravo, pages—ha! ha! ha!…

Young villain!

Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!

What means this sudden silence?… [ says something to him in a low voice.] Is't true?