Tony. By this time he has met the good fairy.
Beauty. Yes—among those cutthroats. Poor fellow!
Ogre. Well, well! Enough of this! Bring on the dinner, and send this brazen-faced rascal out into the stable, and you can feed him the leavings there, if there are any.
Beauty. Don't be so mean. Let him eat and drink here at his leisure. He will amuse us with his jokes and his songs.
Ogre. Such things never amuse me. But sit down where you like and wait till we have finished dinner. Bring it in.
Tony. [Aside] Oh! What torture! To watch them eat and yet not taste one mouthful! I'd rather the Ogre had begun by eating me first. I can't have struck him as very appetizing. [Aloud] Sir… sir… Haven't you thought of me? My flesh is of the very best quality. My breast is tender, and my arms are like pigeon-wings…
Ogre. What do I care? In the name of thunder! Are you mad or drunk?
Tony. [Aside] It's no use, he doesn't care for me. He only likes tender little children. To tell the truth, with a table like this every day… [The dinner is carried in.] [Aloud] Ah! How good it smells! That roast pig will be the death of me…
Ogre. It smells good, doesn't it? I will leave you a bone. [They eat.
Beauty. [Aside] Poor fellow! I must slip him something on the sly.
Tony. [Aside] Thanks, lovely lady. You save my life. Ah! Delicious!
Ogre. Well! Where are your spirits? Is this all you can do? Tell me some joke.
Tony. Ah!… [Choking.
Ogre. What's the matter?
Tony. Nothing, nothing.
