SBRI. Ah me! They care little for that, and, besides, they have here a most intolerable hatred for the people of your province; and nothing gives them more pleasure than to hang a man from Limoges.[17] MR. POUR. What have the people from Limoges done to them? SBRI. How do I know? They are downright brutes, enemies to all the gentility and merit of other cities. For my part, I am in the greatest fear on your account, and I should never comfort myself if you were hanged. MR. POUR. It is not so much the fear of death that urges me to fly as the fact of being hanged, for it is a most degrading thing for a gentleman, and would ruin one's title of nobility. SBRI. You are right; after such a thing they would contest your right of bearing a title of nobility.[18] But, be careful, when I lead you by the hand, to walk like a woman, and to assume the manners and the language of a lady of quality. MR. POUR. Leave that to me; I have seen people of high standing in the world. The only thing that troubles me is that I have somewhat of a beard. SBRI. Oh! it's not worth mentioning. There are many women who have as much. Now, let us just see how you will behave yourself. (MR. DE POURCEAUGNAC _mimics a lady of rank._) Good. MR. POUR. Why, my carriage is not here! Where is my carriage? Gracious me! how wretched to have such attendants! Shall I have to wait all day in the street? Will not some one call my carriage for me? SBRI. Very good. MR. POUR. Soho! there, coachman. Little page! Ah! little rogue, what a whipping you will get by and by! Little page-boy! little page-boy! Where in the world is that page-boy? Will that little page never be found? Will nobody call that little page for me? Is my little page nowhere to be found? SBRI. Marvellous! But there is one thing that I see does not do. This hood is a little too thin; I must go and fetch you a thicker one, to hide your face better in case of any accident. MR. POUR. What shall I do in the meantime? SBRI. Wait for me here. I will be back in a moment; you have only to walk about. (MR. DE POURCEAUGNAC _walks forward and backward on the stage, mimicking the lady of rank._) SCENE III.--MR. DE POURCEAUGNAC, TWO SWISS. 1ST SWISS (_without seeing_ MR. DE POURCEAUGNAC). Come you, make haste, mein comrad, ve vill, both of us, go to ze market-place; to zee dis Porcegnac at de chustice, which him contemns to pe hung py de neck. 2ND SWISS. (_without seeing_ MR. DE POURCEAUGNAC). Ve moost hire one vindow to zee dis chustice. 1ST SWISS. Man says dat zey alreaty a great new gallow plant hafe, to hang dis Porcegnac to it. 2ND SWISS. It will pe, yes, a great pleazure to see dis Limossin hung. 1ST SWISS. Ja! to see him vaggle de feet up zere pefor all de peoples! 2ND SWISS. He pe one funny man, he pe; man says dat he married dree times hafe. 1ST SWISS. Ze room fellow! he vant dree wifes all to himself! one fery much pe quite enough for him. 2ND SWISS (_perceiving_ MR. DE POURCEAUGNAC.) Ah! goot tay, missy.