RUD. (_taking_ Mimi's _old bonnet from the table drawer_) And thou, O! rose-pink bonnet, That 'neath her pillow lay, That in her hour of parting she forgot--Thou wert the witness of our joy! Come to my heart, ah! come! Lie close against my heart, since my love is dead! (_clasps the bonnet to his heart_) MAR. Ah! frivolous Musetta! thee can I ne'er forget! My grief affords her pleasure, And yet my weak heart is fain To call her to my fond arms again. RUD. (_endeavoring to conceal his emotion from_ Marcel, _carelessly questions him_) What time is it now? MAR. (_roused from his reverie, gaily replies_) Time for our yesterday's dinner. RUD. But Schaunard's not back yet. (_Enter Schaunard_ _and_ Colline; _the former carries four rolls, and the latter a paper bag._) SCH. Here we are! RUD. How now? MAR. How now? (SCHAUNARD _places the rolls on the table._) MAR. (_disdainfully_) Some bread! COL. (_taking a herring out of the bag, and putting it on the table_) A dish that's worthy of Demosthenes: 'Tis a herring! SCH. 'Tis salted! COL. 'Our dinner is ready! (_Seating themselves at the table, they pretend to be having a sumptuous meal._) MAR. This is a food that the gods might envy. SCH. (_placing Colline's hat on the table, and thrusting a bottle of water into it_) Now the champagne in the ice must go. RUD. (_to_ MARCEL, _offering him some bread_) Choose, my lord marquis--salmon or turbot? (_His offer is accepted, when, turning to _SCHAUNARD, _he proffers another crust of bread._) Now, duke, here's a choice vol-au-vent with mushrooms. (_He politely declines, and pours out a glass of water, which he hands to_ Marcel.) SCH. Thank you, I dare not, this evening I'm dancing! (_The one and only tumbler is handed about._ Colline, _after voraciously devouring his roll, rises._) RUD. (_to_ Colline) What? sated? COL. (_with an air of great importance_) To business! The king awaits me. MAR. (_eagerly_) What plot is brewing? RUD. What's in the wind? SCH. (_rises and approaches_ Colline, _observing with droll inquisitiveness_) What's in the wind? MAR. What's in the wind? (COLLINE _struts up and down, full of self-importance._) COL. The king requires my services. (_The others surround_ COLLINE, _bowing low to him._) SCH. Bravo! MAR. Bravo! RUD. Bravo! COL. (_with a patronizing air_) And then I've got to see Guizot! SCH. Give me a goblet. MAR. (_giving him the only glass_) Aye, quaff now a bumper! SCH. (_solemnly gets on to a chair and raises his glass_) Have I permission, oh! my most noble courtier? RUD. and COL. (_interrupting_) Stop that. COL. No more fooling. MAR. Stop that. No more nonsense. COL. Give me that tumbler. (_taking the glass from_ SCHAUNARD) SCH. (_motioning his friends to let him speak_) With ardor irresistible Poetry fills my spirit. COL. and MAR. (_yelling_) No. SCH. (_complacently_) Then something choreographic may suit you!