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you hate him? PREP. Because he is a minion. THES. He hates you because you are a minion. It explains itself. Now go and enjoy yourselves. Ha. Ha. It is well for those who can laugh--let them do so--there is no extra charge. The light- hearted cup and the convivial jest for them--but for me--what is there for me? SILLI. There is some claret-cup and lobster salad [handing some] THES. [taking it] Thank you. [Resuming] What is there for me but anxiety--ceaseless gnawing anxiety that tears at my very vitals and rends my peace of mind asunder? There is nothing whatever for me but anxiety of the nature I have just described. The charge of these thoughtless revellers is my unhappy lot. It is not a small charge, and it is rightly termed a lot because there are many. Oh why did the gods make me a manager? SILL. [as guessing a riddle] Why did the gods make him a manager? SPAR. Why did the gods make him a manager. DAPH. Why did the gods make him a manager? PRETT. Why did the gods make him a manager? THES. No--no--what are you talking about? What do you mean? DAPH. I've got it--no don't tell us. ALL. No--no--because--because THES. [annoyed] It isn't a conundrum. It's misanthropical question. DAPH. [Who is sitting with Spar. to the annoyance of Nice. who is crying alone] I'm sure I don't know. We do not want you. Don't distress yourself on our account--we are getting on very comfortably--aren't we Sparkeion. SPAR. We are so happy that we don't miss the lobster or the claret. What are lobster and claret compared with the society of those we love? [embracing Daphne.] DAPH. Why, Nicemis, love, you are eating nothing. Aren't you happy dear? NICE. [spitefully] You are quite welcome to my share of everything. I intend to console myself with the society of my manager. [takes Thespis' arm affectionately]. THES. Here I say--this won't do, you know--I can't allow it--at least before my company--besides, you are half-married to Sparkeion. Sparkeion, here's your half-wife impairing my influence before my company. Don't you know the story of the gentleman who undermined his influence by associating with his inferiors? ALL. Yes, yes--we know it. PREP. [formally] I do not know it. It's ever thus. Doomed to disappointment from my earliest years. [Stup. endeavours to console him] THES. There--that's enoug
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