Talon with
his tie wig, his spectacles, and his lawyer's blue bag.
HARLEQUIN. His lordship will receive you, Mr. Talon.
PANTALOON. To celebrate your master's wedding day ... two crowns.
HARLEQUIN. I am obleeged, sir.
[Quin takes the proffered money and salutes in thanks. But--it's odd--
the salute is as when Charon saluted Mercury.
ALICE. D'you see ... in a dim sort of way they remember themselves and
Olympus.
EGLANTINE. Mr. Talon, 'pon me honour, as punctual as a creditor. Port?
Madeira or Port, Mr. Talon? Quin, Mr. Talon will drink Madeira.
[Quin pours out the Madeira. Quin takes his master's wig, beturbans
him, brings rose-water for his hands, cosmetics for his face. Quin is
everywhere. Quin does everything. It is magical.
Mr. Talon, you look black at me.
[Mr. Talon, seated, warmed with his wine, takes many red-taped papers
from his bag and a quill from a case.
PANTALOON. A goose quill.
EGLANTINE. One of your own plucking?
PANTALOON. Often too appropriate for the signing of such documents.
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