Her conversation is charming.
COV. It is always grave.
CLE. Would you prefer an unrestrained gaiety, a perpetual liveliness?
and can you find anything more unpleasant than those women who giggle
at everything?
COV. But, in short, she is as whimsical as any woman can be.
CLE. Yes, she is, I agree with you there; but everything becomes those
we love. We bear everything from them.
COV. Since you go on so, I see pretty well that you are determined to
love her still.
CLE. I? I had rather die this moment, and I mean in future to hate her
as much as I loved her before.
COV. How can you if you think her so perfect?
CLE. In this way shall my revenge shine; in this way shall the
strength of my decision to hate her be better displayed; if thinking
her most beautiful, most charming, most amiable, I still part from
her. Here she is.
SCENE X.--LUCILE, CLEONTE, COVIELLE, NICOLE.
NIC. (_to_ LUCILE). I was quite shocked at it.
LUC. It can only be what I tell you, Nicole; but there he is.
CLE. (_to_ COVIELLE). I will not condescend even to speak to her.
COV. I will do like you.
LUC. What is it, Cleonte? What can be the matter with you?
NIC. What ails you, Covielle?
LUC. What trouble afflicts you?
NIC. What fit of bad temper has got hold of you?
LUC. Are you dumb, Cleonte?
NIC. Have you lost your tongue, Covielle?
CLE.
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