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Rh (Kisses his wife's hand.)


 * Vézinet.—What a fine wedding!


 * Fadinard.—Yes; but sweetest pleasures must have an end; so let's go to bed...


 * Nonancourt (Still holding the myrtle). — I second the motion!


 * Fadinard (Taking his wife's arm).—Come, my Darling, to the heart of the orange  And may you, the witness of my sad mishaps, never award to my husbandly head, a hat  that a horse couldn't eayeat [sic]!