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bows and disappears.] DAUGHTER. Mother, something _is_ going to happen at last. MOTHER. Oh, child, were you as weary as that? [The TALKER comes in at the door, followed by the SINGER and the FIDDLER. The SINGER is a pleasant-looking man of middle height, the FIDDLER a tall, silent girl. The TALKER himself is short and round, with a twinkling eye. Each wears a cap with a red feather in it.] TALKER. Madame, your humble and most devoted servants. I have the honour to present to you her Royal Sweetness the Princess Carissima, His Flutiness the Duke of Bogota, and myself a mere Marquis. DAUGHTER. Oh, Mother, they're wandering minstrels. MOTHER. I bid you all welcome, sir. TALKER. Permit me to expound further. The Princess--a courtesy title bestowed by myself last Michaelmas Day--plays upon the fiddle with an unerring beauty which makes strong men weep. You shall hear her. I pray you have your handkerchers ready. His Flutiness the Duke--the title was granted last Candlemas--has a voice of a rare richness. He is cursed with a melancholy disposition most pleasing. He suffers from a surfeit of rejected love. A most waggish companion withal. DAUGHTER. Oh, what a shame! SINGER. You must not believe all that Johannes says, ladies. MOTHER. I had already learnt that much, sir. TALKER. For myself, I play upon the pipe. You shall hear. (He plays "cuckoo" with an air.) SINGER. The only notes he knows, ladies. TALKER (indignantly). Oh, fie, Sir, fie! I protest, Madame, he maligns me. Have I not a G of surpassing splendour, of a fruitiness rarely encountered in this vale of tears? Madame, you must hear my G. Now, where is it? (He arranges his fingers with great care on the pipe.) I have it. (He blows a G, and bows deeply first to MOTHER and then to DAUGHTER.) SINGER. Marvellous! MOTHER (to TALKER). I thank you, Sir. DAUGHTER. Oh, Mother, isn't he splendid? TALKER (to MOTHER). Would you like my G again, Madame? MOTHER. Not just now, I thank you, sir. Doubtless we shall feel more in need of it a little later on. But tell me, Sir, have you no other talent to match the singing and playing of your friends? FIDDLER. He talks. MOTHER. I had noticed it. TALKER. This gift of talking with which her Royal Sweetness is good enough to credit me, irksome though it is to a man of silent habit like myself, a creature, as you will have noticed, of taciturn disposition; this--I--(Frankly) Madame, I have lost
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