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EUGENE LABICHE AND MARC MICHEL
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(Kisses his wife's hand.)

Vézinet.—What a fine wedding!
Fadinard.—Yes; but sweetest pleasures must have an end; so let's go to bed...
Nonancourt (Still holding the myrtle). — I second the motion!
Fadinard (Taking his wife's arm).—Come, my Darling, to the heart . . . of the orange . . . And may you, the witness of my sad mishaps, never award to my husbandly head, a hat . . . that a horse couldn't eay!

Curtain