The Bores by Molière
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a tooth of the comb.
[Footnote: The servants had always a comb about them to arrange the wigs of their masters, whilst the latter thought it fashionable to comb and arrange their hair in public (see _The Pretentious Young Ladies_).] LA M. Your rolls... ER. Leave them; you are too particular. LA M. They are quite rumpled. ER. I wish them to be so. LA M. At least allow me, as a special favour, to brush your hat, which is covered with dust. ER. Brush, then, since it must be so. LA M. Will you wear it like that? ER. Good Heavens, make haste! LA M. It would be a shame. ER. _(After waiting_). That is enough. LA M. Have a little patience. ER. He will be the death of me! |
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