LAIRD. I should console myself with the sentiment of my illustrious name-sake. (Crosses R. Recites) And often he thought as he ga’ed through the glen, She’s daft to refuse the of Cockpen. MADAME VINARD And she might love another. (L.). LAIRD I should call my trusty claymore to my aid and lay that low (gestures (R.). with “other” mighty claymore). MADAME VINARD Ah, but you are ferocious, Monsieur (L.C.). Voilà l’espèce d’homme que je suis (R. Sheathing his imaginary claymore). (goes up to window, at easel). MADAME VINARD I must go. I have to see Maître Galvin, the lawyer, about that (laughing). wretch Svengali’s rent. Bonjour, Monsieur Sandy (exit D.F.). Bong jour, Madame Vinard (bowing low). (at piano filling pipe. Lights pipe which he smokes upside down; then begins to arrange the lay-figure Toreador, singing as he works) Here are we met, three merry boys Three merry boys, I trow, are we; And mony a we’ve merry been, And mony mae we hope to be. TAFFY Hello Sandy (enter from L.2 E. carrying logs. Sadly). (crosses to fire, throws on the logs recklessly. Back to L.C.). Ha, my bold militaire. (Sings) We’re na fou, we’re no that fou,
LAIRD. I should console myself with the sentiment of my illustrious name-sake. (Crosses R. Recites) And often he thought as he ga’ed through the glen, She’s daft to refuse the of Cockpen. MADAME VINARD (L.). And she might love another. LAIRD (R.). I should call my trusty claymore to my aid and lay that “other” low (gestures with mighty claymore). MADAME VINARD (L.C.). Ah, but you are ferocious, Monsieur (R. Sheathing his imaginary claymore). Voilà l’espèce d’homme que je suis (goes up to window, at easel). MADAME VINARD (laughing). I must go. I have to see Maître Galvin, the lawyer, about that wretch Svengali’s rent. Bonjour, Monsieur Sandy (exit D.F.). (bowing low). Bong jour, Madame Vinard (at piano filling pipe. Lights pipe which he smokes upside down; then begins to arrange the lay-figure Toreador, singing as he works) Here are we met, three merry boys Three merry boys, I trow, are we; And mony a we’ve merry been, And mony mae we hope to be. TAFFY (enter from L.2 E. carrying logs. Sadly). Hello Sandy (crosses to fire, throws on the logs recklessly. Back to L.C.). Ha, my bold militaire. (Sings) We’re na fou, we’re no that fou,
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