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sensitive heart and a weak head—woman that would love me would be very happy—

. He is crazy. Is he not going to relate his love matters to me?

. I have but one fault, madam, and it were better to acknowledge it at once, so that you do not rebuke me in future. I sometimes get inebriated!—

. Ah! the miserable! he is not crazy, he is tight! . Now, madam, that you know me as well as if you were my mother—

. Not one step more! He is frightful!

. Ah, madame, when I inhabited the earth, I was the son of a great Beotian Prince!

. Well, you have indeed retained something of your former country.

. Go away, you smell of wine.

. Oh, that's but an idea of yours, because I just told you I inebriate sometimes.

. Ah, what a tedious time. My life to him who will snatch me from that prison life!

, disguised as a large fly. Is it not mighty cunning? Under that costume one