Pierrot: Please do what you like. (To Audience.) My conscience is clean; I have vindicated my honour and have nothing to worry about.
Columbine (to Harlequin): Kiss my eyes, my forehead, my cheeks, my chin, my temples. (Harlequin does not wait to be asked a second time.)
Pierrot (to Audience): Gentlemen, you are witnesses that I’ve taken my revenge.
Columbine (to Harlequin): Kiss my neck where the hair ends and where a sweet shivering comes from your kisses.
Pierrot: I don’t care. Let them do as they want. I have fulfilled the duty of an affronted husband and never felt better in my life.
Columbine (stamping at Pierrot): There, you brute! Is all this nothing to you?
Pierrot (to Audience): I’m wearing them out with my nonchalance.
Columbine (to Harlequin): Well, shall we celebrate our Dance of Love, in spite of him.
Harlequin: I don’t dare refuse you, but
Columbine: What “but”?
Harlequin: But if Pierrot isn’t such a lover of dancing as to forget everything in the world!
Pierrot: Please, don’t mind me? (To Audience.)
