The Bores | Page 7

engaged." "My banquet," I said, "is too slight
for gentlemen of your rank." "Nay," he replied, "I am a man of no
ceremony, and I go simply to have a chat with thee; I vow, I am tired of
grand entertainments." "But if you are expected, you will give offence,
if you stay away." "Thou art joking, Marquis! We all know each other;
I pass my time with thee much more pleasantly." I was chiding myself,
sad and perplexed at heart at the unlucky result of my excuse, and knew
not what to do next to get rid of such a mortal annoyance, when a
splendidly built coach, crowded with footmen before and behind,
stopped in front of us with a great clatter; from which leaped forth a
young man gorgeously dressed; and my bore and he, hastening to
embrace each other, surprised the passers-by with their furious
encounter. Whilst both were plunged in these fits of civilities, I quietly
made my exit without a word; not before I had long groaned under such

a martyrdom, cursing this bore whose obstinate persistence kept me
from the appointment which had been made with me here.
LA M. These annoyances are mingled with the pleasures of life. All
goes not, sir, exactly as we wish it. Heaven wills that here below
everyone should meet bores; without that, men would be too happy.
ER. But of all my bores the greatest is Damis, guardian of her whom I
adore, who dashes every hope she raises, and has brought it to pass that
she dares not see me in his presence. I fear I have already passed the
hour agreed on; it is in this walk that Orphise promised to be.
LA M. The time of an appointment has generally some latitude, and is
not limited to a second.
ER. True; but I tremble; my great passion makes out of nothing a crime
against her whom I love.
LA M. If this perfect love, which you manifest so well, makes out of
nothing a great crime against her whom you love; the pure flame which
her heart feels for you on the other hand converts all your crimes into
nothing.
ER. But, in good earnest, do you believe that I am loved by her?
LA M. What! do you still doubt a love that has been tried?
ER. Ah, it is with difficulty that a heart that truly loves has complete
confidence in such a matter. It fears to flatter itself; and, amidst its
various cares, what it most wishes is what it least believes. But let us
endeavour to discover the delightful creature.
LA M. Sir, your necktie is loosened in front.
ER. No matter.
LA M. Let me adjust it, if you please.
ER. Ugh, you are choking me, blockhead; let it be as it is.
LA M. Let me just comb...
ER. Was there ever such stupidity! You have almost taken off my ear
with a tooth of the comb.
[Footnote: The servants had always a comb about them to arrange the
wigs of their masters, whilst the latter thought it fashionable to comb
and arrange their hair in public (see _The Pretentious Young Ladies_).]
LA M. Your rolls...
ER. Leave them; you are too particular.
LA M. They are quite rumpled.
ER. I wish them to be so.

LA M. At least allow me, as a special favour, to brush your hat, which
is covered with dust.
ER. Brush, then, since it must be so.
LA M. Will you wear it like that?
ER. Good Heavens, make haste!
LA M. It would be a shame.
ER. _(After waiting_). That is enough.
LA M. Have a little patience.
ER. He will be the death of me!
LA M. Where could you get all this dirt?
ER. Do you intend to keep that hat forever?
LA M. It is finished.
ER. Give it me, then.
LA M. (_Letting the hat fall_). Ah!
ER. There it is on the ground. I am not much the better for all your
brushing! Plague take you!
LA M. Let me give it a couple of rubs to take off...
ER. You shall not. The deuce take every servant who dogs your heels,
who wearies his master, and does nothing but annoy him by wanting to
set himself up as indispensable!

SCENE II.--ORPHISE, ALCIDOR, ÉRASTE, LA MONTAGNE.
(_Orphise passes at the foot of the stage; Alcidor holds her hand._)
ER. But do I not see Orphise? Yes, it is she who comes. Whither goeth
she so fast, and what man is that who holds her hand? (_He bows to her
as she passes, and she turns her head another way_).

SCENE III.--ÉRASTE, LA MONTAGNE.
ER. What! She sees me here before her, and she passes by, pretending