How deceitful she is!
COV. How Judas-like!
LUC. I see that our meeting of this morning has troubled your mind.
CLE. (_to_ COVIELLE). Ah! ah! we are conscious of what we have
done?
NIC. Our reception of this morning has put you out.
COV. (_to_ CLEONTE). We know where the shoe pinches.
LUC. Is it not true, Cleonte; is not this the cause of your vexation?
CLE. Yes, faithless girl, it is, since I am to speak; but I must
inform you that you shall not have, as you fancy, all the glory of
your faithlessness; I wish to be the first to break with you, and you
shall not have the pleasure of driving me away. I shall find it hard,
I know, to conquer the love I feel for you; it will bring grief to me;
I am sure, to suffer for a while; but I will overcome it, and I had
rather stab myself to the heart than be weak enough to return to you.
COV. (_to_ NICOLE). As the master says, so says the man.
LUC. This is much ado about nothing, Cleonte, and I wish to tell you
what made me avoid you this morning.
CLE. (_trying to go away to avoid_ LUCILE). I will hear nothing.
NIC. (_to_ COVIELLE). I want to tell you why we passed you so
quickly.
COV. (_trying also to go away to avoid_ NICOLE). I will hear
nothing.
LUC. (_following_ CLEONTE). Know, then, that this morning....
CLE. (_still walking away without looking at_ LUCILE).
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