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My dear lords, I can only repeat to you what I’ve already said. My mistress is not here.
That is the utmost falsity. I saw her leaning out of her window.
I will only believe she’s not here if she comes to tell us so herself.
Does she take us for creditors or men or letters, who come to offer their dedications?
We are not jokers or scoundrels. Those appellations are not our concern. Gentlemen, you don’t know the correct way of questioning serving girls. (pulling out his purse) Now, Florine, be frank, is your mistress home?
I knew quite well I’d get her to speak.
How cruel to conceal herself from friends like us who have never missed one of her suppers. What ingratitude!
Have us in, little one.
Your eloquence is, indeed, persuasive, sir. But I find myself, much to my regret, forced to keep your purse without opening the door to you.
For God’s sake, Florine. You are worse than Cerberus. You take the gift, but you don’t allow anyone to pass!
I know my duty.
Since this is the way things stand, I’ve decided to lay siege to the house. I am going to dig a tunnel under the gate or tunnel a mine right into Celinda’s alcove. I know where she is, thank God.