Beau. and Glavis. Ha, ha!--Capital!

Land. You may laugh, but it is as true as I stand here.

Beau. And what does the Beauty of Lyons say to his suit?

Land. Lord, sir, she never even condescended to look at him,
though when he was a boy he worked in her father's garden.

Beau. Are you sure of that?

Land. His mother says that Mademoiselle does not know him by sight.

Beau. [taking Glavis aside]. I have hit it,--I have it;
here is our revenge! Here is a prince for our haughty damsel.
Do you take me?

Gla. Deuce take me if I do!

Beau. Blockhead!--it's as clear as a map. What if we could
make this elegant clown pass himself off as a foreign prince?--
lend him money, clothes, equipage for the purpose?--make him propose
to Pauline?--marry Pauline? Would it not be delicious?

Gla. Ha, ha!--Excellent! But how shall we support the necessary
expenses of his highness?

Beau. Pshaw! Revenge is worth a much larger sacrifice than a few hundred
louis;- -as for details, my valet is the trustiest fellow, in the world,