"
_Act II. Enter Uncertain People. They recite in a timid and indistinct
tone the prescribed fustian. They are followed by_ CLAUDE, PAULINE,
_and others_.
CLAUDE. "These are peautiful gartens. Who blanned them?"
_Mdme._ DESCHAPPELLES. "A gardener named CLAUDE MELNOTTE. He wrote
verses to my daughter. Ha! ha! Also, he! he!"
CLAUDE. "This GLAUDE must be a monsous imbudent berson."
PAULINE. "Sweet Prince, tell me again of thy palace by the Lake of
Como."
CLAUDE. "A balace lifting to eternal summer its marple walls, from out a
closuy power of goolest voliage, musigal with pirds. Dost like the
bigture?"
_Enter Mdme._ DESCHAPPELLES. "Oh! Prince, you must fly. The minions of
the Directory are laying for you. Take my daughter; marry her, and go to
Como." (_He takes her and flies R.U.E. Curtain_.)
_Young Lady, who reads Dickens (wiping away the tear of imbecility)_.
"How sweet! how sweet!"
_Accompanying Young Man_. "Yes. It is so natural and touching. I have
never seen a finer actor behind the footlights."
_Everybody else_. "Hey! What's that you say? Asleep? Of course I
wasn't."
_Act III. Enter Uncertain Persons as before.
Pages:
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34