No, I tell
you.
NIC. (_following_ COVIELLE). Let me tell you....
COV. (_still walking away without looking at_ NICOLE). No, you
jilt!
LUC. Listen.
CLE. Don't trouble me.
NIC. Let me tell you.
COV. I am deaf.
LUC. Cleonte!
CLE. No.
NIC. Covielle!
COV. No.
LUC. Wait.
CLE. Nonsense.
NIC. Listen to me.
COV. Rubbish.
LUC. One moment.
CLE. Not a bit.
NIC. A little patience.
COV. Fiddle-de-dee!
LUC. A couple of words.
CLE. No; all is over.
NIC. One word.
COV. Not one.
LUC. (_stopping_). Very well! Since you will not listen to me,
keep your own thoughts to yourself, and do as you please.
NIC. (_stopping also_). Since you act in that fashion, think what
you like.
CLE. (_turning towards_ LUCILE). Well, what was the reason for
such a welcome?
LUC. (_going away in her turn_, _to avoid_ CLEONTE). I don't
choose to tell you now.
COV. (_turning towards_ NICOLE). Give us that story.
NIC. (_going away also_, _to avoid_ COVIELLE). I don't wish
to tell it you now.
CLE. (_following_ LUCILE). Tell me....
LUC. (_walking away without looking at_ CLEONTE). No; I will tell
you nothing.
COV. (_following_ NICOLE). Relate to me....
NIC. (_walking away without looking at_ COVIELLE). No; I shall
relate nothing.
CLE. For mercy's sake!
LUC. No, I tell you.
COV.
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