MacPherson
In the second chapter, your bailiff was also very ridiculous. For I
like wine, and he went to the waters to drink water, and in this
water, he found, in place of virility--illness-so much illness, that
he is dying.
Countess
Now, we're at the point. Bramble thought he was dying and is not dead.
Listen, you must tell his wife that when her husband was dying--he
died.
MacPherson
Ha, ha, ha. When one finds the widow of a living man, we'll have a
good laugh.
Countess
When is he coming? Where did you leave him?
MacPherson
I left him yesterday, about thirty leagues from here, when his coach
broke down. Go on ahead, he said, for I'm likely to be sick here until
tomorrow, and my coach won't be ready till Monday. I will come on
Tuesday.
(Exit MacPherson and Mrs. MacPherson.)
Countess
According to that, he won't be here until tomorrow--and cannot disturb
our project today. So, Miss, tell my dancing women to prepare for the
wedding I intend to celebrate today.
Maid
We will do all our best to please you, and though I sing poorly, I can
sing a sad song about being a widow.
Countess
It's Tuneless who is getting everything ready. He wants to be a music
master, my Butler.
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