ER. No, you will do much better to let them know that you follow them by
my express orders.

LA M. (_Returning_). Shall I find you here?

ER. Plague take you. I declare you are the biggest bore in the world!




SCENE IV.--ERASTE, _alone_.


Ah, how anxious I feel; how I wish I had missed this fatal appointment!
I thought I should find everything favourable; and, instead of that, my
heart is tortured.




SCENE V.--LISANDRE, ERASTE.


LIS. I recognized you under these trees from a distance, dear Marquis;
and I came to you at once. As one of my friends, I must sing you a
certain air which I have made for a little Couranto, which pleases all
the connoisseurs at court, and to which more than a score have already
written words.

[Footnote: See Vol. I., page 164, note 14.]