Part 21 (1/2)

FRANTZ.

Yes, sir, the doctor...

CRESPEL.

He, doctor? No, on my soul, A grave digger, an a.s.sa.s.sin!

Who would kill my daughter after my wife.

I hear the jingle of his golden vials, From me let him be chased.

(Miracle suddenly appears. Frantz runs away.)

MIRACLE.

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

CRESPEL.

Well, here I am! 'tis me.

This good monsieur Crespel, I like him, But where is he?

CRESPEL (stopping him).

Morbleu!

MIRACLE.

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

I sought for your Antonia.

Well, this trouble she inherited From her mother? Still progressing, dear girl.

We'll cure her. Take me to her.

CRESPEL.

To a.s.sa.s.sinate her... If you make one step I'll throw you out of the window.

MIRACLE.

There now softly, I do not wish to Displease you.

(He advances a chair.)