Columbine and Pierrot: I’ve been wounded in my finest feelings.
Harlequin: Come, enough.
Columbineand Pierrot: No.
Columbine: First he ought to be punished.
Harlequin: In what way?
Columbine: Kiss me, Harlequin! Dear, sweet Harlequin.
Harlequin: Not to offend you with a refusal—(kisses her). I was always an obliging cavalier. (Kisses her.) Besides that, I’ve got a tender heart. (Kisses her.) Even children know it. (Kisses her.) And finally, as host—(kisses her)—I ought to be polite to my guests—(kisses her)—especially when it concerns—(kisses her)—the fair sex. (Kisses her.)
Pierrot: Wretches! They don’t suspect that I’m already revenged and so can be absolutely calm.
Columbine (to Harlequin): Kiss me more warmly, more strongly, more painfully, almost biting me, without losing breath. (Is kissed as she desires.)
Pierrot: They imagine they’re mortally provoking me.
Columbine (to Harlequin): Once more! Once more! (To Pierrot.) Oh! you unfeeling log!
