The Young Man
[to his father].
Is the Academy here?
The Burgher.
Oh ay—I see several of them. There is Boudu, Boissat, and Cureau de la Chambre, Porchères, Colomby, Bourzeys, Bourdon, Arbaud… all names that will live! 'Tis fine!
First Marquis.
Attention! Here come our précieuses; Barthénoide, Urimédonte, Cassandace, Félixerie….
Second Marquis.
Ah! How exquisite their fancy names are! Do you know them all, Marquis?
First Marquis.
Ay, Marquis, I do, every one!
Lignière
[drawing Christian aside.]
Friend, I but came here to give you pleasure. The lady comes not. I will betake me again to my pet vice.
Christian
[persuasively].
No, no! You, who are ballad-maker to Court and City alike, can tell me better than any who the lady is for whom I die of love. Stay yet a while.
