The Jealousy of le Barbouillé
ANG. Well, what do you mean by scolding me because I am alone? You scold me if I have anybody near me; what am I to do?
BAR. Stop at home, give orders for the supper, take care of the household, and of the children; but it is no use talking so much; good-bye, good night, go to the devil and leave me in peace.
ANG. You won't open to me?
BAR. No. I shall not open to you.
ANG. Ah! my dear little husband, I beg of you open the door; do, my darling little heart.
BAR. Ah! crocodile! Ah! dangerous serpent! you caress me to betray me.
ANG. Open, do open.
BAR. Farewell! Vade retro, Satanas!
ANG. What, you won't open.
ANG. You have no pity for the wife who loves you so much?
BAR. No, I am inflexible. You ha