Scene 13 by Pierre Carlet de Chamblain de Marivaux Lyrics
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MESRIN, AZOR
MESRIN (The first words on his own, repeating the description.): Colour not black or white, standing upright, mouth talking... where am I going to find one of those? (Seeing AZOR.) There's someone over there; it's a person like me; maybe that's the Eglé? No, she's not deformed at all.
AZOR (Staring at him.): You're like me, aren't you?
MESRIN: That's what I was thinking.
AZOR: You're a man then?
MESRIN: So they told me.
AZOR: That's what they told me too.
MESRIN: They told you: do you know people?
AZOR: Oh yes I know them all, two blacks and one white.
MESRIN: Me, I'm the same. Where do you come from?
AZOR: From the world.
MESRIN: D'you mean mine?
AZOR: Ah!, I don't know, there's so many now.
MESRIN: Doesn't matter, I like the look of you; put your hand in my hand; we ought to fall in love.
AZOR: Right-oh; you cheer me up, I like looking at you even though you're not good-looking.
MESRIN: You're not either; I'm not bothered, about you, except you're a good chap.
AZOR: That's right, that's the same way I think about you, as a good friend -- and I'm a good friend too -- what's faces anyway?
MESRIN: Eh! whatever; I'm high-spirited, you see, that's why I'm staring at you. By the way, do you get meals?
AZOR: Every day.
MESRIN: Oh good; I get them too; well, let's eat them together, for fun, keep ourselves in the mood; come on, it's nearly time: we'll have a laugh, we'll have a jump, right? I'm jumping already.
(He jumps.)
AZOR (He's jumping too.): Me too, and we'll be a pair -- maybe a four, when I tell my little white one -- she's got a face: -- you've got to see it! ah! ah! she's the one's got one worth two of ours.
MESRIN: Oh! I believe it, mate; because you're nothing, really nothing, nor me neither, compared to this other face I know, who we'll get together with, who drives me crazy, and she's got these hands, so sweet, so white, -- and she lets me kiss them -- so much!
AZOR: Hands, mate? My white one's got heavenly ones, hasn't she -- and I stroke them as much as I like, don't I? I'm waiting for them.
MESRIN: Great, I've just left mine, and now I've got to leave you too to get on with something; you stay here 'til I come back with my Adine -- let's jump one more time, to celebrate this auspicious encounter --
(They both jump, laughing.)
Ah! Ah! Ah!
MESRIN, AZOR
MESRIN (The first words on his own, repeating the description.): Colour not black or white, standing upright, mouth talking... where am I going to find one of those? (Seeing AZOR.) There's someone over there; it's a person like me; maybe that's the Eglé? No, she's not deformed at all.
AZOR (Staring at him.): You're like me, aren't you?
MESRIN: That's what I was thinking.
AZOR: You're a man then?
MESRIN: So they told me.
AZOR: That's what they told me too.
MESRIN: They told you: do you know people?
AZOR: Oh yes I know them all, two blacks and one white.
MESRIN: Me, I'm the same. Where do you come from?
AZOR: From the world.
MESRIN: D'you mean mine?
AZOR: Ah!, I don't know, there's so many now.
MESRIN: Doesn't matter, I like the look of you; put your hand in my hand; we ought to fall in love.
AZOR: Right-oh; you cheer me up, I like looking at you even though you're not good-looking.
MESRIN: You're not either; I'm not bothered, about you, except you're a good chap.
AZOR: That's right, that's the same way I think about you, as a good friend -- and I'm a good friend too -- what's faces anyway?
MESRIN: Eh! whatever; I'm high-spirited, you see, that's why I'm staring at you. By the way, do you get meals?
AZOR: Every day.
MESRIN: Oh good; I get them too; well, let's eat them together, for fun, keep ourselves in the mood; come on, it's nearly time: we'll have a laugh, we'll have a jump, right? I'm jumping already.
(He jumps.)
AZOR (He's jumping too.): Me too, and we'll be a pair -- maybe a four, when I tell my little white one -- she's got a face: -- you've got to see it! ah! ah! she's the one's got one worth two of ours.
MESRIN: Oh! I believe it, mate; because you're nothing, really nothing, nor me neither, compared to this other face I know, who we'll get together with, who drives me crazy, and she's got these hands, so sweet, so white, -- and she lets me kiss them -- so much!
AZOR: Hands, mate? My white one's got heavenly ones, hasn't she -- and I stroke them as much as I like, don't I? I'm waiting for them.
MESRIN: Great, I've just left mine, and now I've got to leave you too to get on with something; you stay here 'til I come back with my Adine -- let's jump one more time, to celebrate this auspicious encounter --
(They both jump, laughing.)
Ah! Ah! Ah!