So they tell me.

LIGNIERE:
--Mad after poetry!

RAGUENEAU:
'Tis true that, for a little ode. . .

LIGNIERE:
You give a tart. . .

RAGUENEAU:
Oh!--a tartlet!

LIGNIERE:
Brave fellow! He would fain fain excuse himself!
--And for a triolet, now, did you not give in exchange. . .

RAGUENEAU:
Some little rolls!

LIGNIERE (severely):
They were milk-rolls! And as for the theater, which you love?

RAGUENEAU:
Oh! to distraction!

LIGNIERE:
How pay you your tickets, ha?--with cakes.
Your place, to-night, come tell me in my ear, what did it cost you?