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(Music to be used with the following dialogue.)
| Gryndon (in the bush). | |||||
| Can't find the bird, No nest. Non est. No eggs. | |||||
| (The fiddle begins slowly, and he begins moving.) | |||||
| Hallo! Hi! what's the matter with my legs. Ho! stop your airs — Bellini's and Rossini's — My joints are getting like a fanfoccini's. The thorns are in my shoes — do stop your squeak — My clothes are tearing — bran-new suit last week. |
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| (He is now dancing wildly.) | |||||
| Cymon (still playing). | Give me your daughter. | ||||
| Gryndon. | No. | ||||
| (CYMON plays wildly and Gryndon dances.) | |||||
| Gryndon (jumping, shouting). | No! I mean yes! | ||||
| Cymon (still playing). | Give me two thousand crowns. | ||||
| Gryndon (jumping and dancing). | I ac-qui-esce! | ||||
| Cymon. | Give me — now smile, and do not look so blackly — Whatever's in the sack. |
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| Gryndon. | No! | ||||
| (CYMON plays furiously, and GRYNDON is in agony.) | |||||
| Yes! Ex-sackly! | |||||
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Page modified 23 December 2012