What not, Madame; what not? Donnes moi un pigeonneau a plumer, et!!!!!

MIN.
Play false! Cheat!

RIC.
Comment, Mademoiselle? Vous appelez cela cheat? Corriger la fortune,
l'enchainer sous ses doigts, etre sur de son fait, dat you call cheat?
Cheat! Oh! what a poor tongue is your tongue! what an awkward tongue!

MIN.
No, sir, if you think so!!!!!

RIC.
Laissez-moi faire, Mademoiselle, and be tranquille! What matter to you
how I play! Enough! to-morrow, Madame, you see me again or with
hundred pistol, or you see no more. Votre tres-humble, Mademoiselle,
votre tres humble.
(Exit quickly.)

MIN. (looking after him with astonishment and displeasure).
I hope the latter, sir.

SCENE III.
Minna and Franziska

FRAN. (angrily).
What can I say? Oh! how grand! how grand!

MIN.
Laugh at me; I deserve it.
(After reflecting, more calmly.)
No, do not laugh; I do not deserve it.

FRAN.
Excellent! You have done a charming act--set a knave upon his legs
again.

MIN.
It was intended for an unfortunate man.

FRAN.
And what is the best part of it, the fellow considers you like
himself. Oh! I must follow him, and take the money from him.
(Going.)

MIN.
Franziska, do not let the coffee get quite cold; pour it out.

FRAN.
He must return it to you; you have thought better of it; you will not
play in partnership with him. Ten pistoles! You heard, my lady, that
he was a beggar!
(Minna pours out the coffee herself.)
Who would give such a sum to a beggar? And to endeavour, into the
bargain, to save him the humiliation of having begged for it! The
charitable woman who, out of generosity, mistakes the beggar, is in
return mistaken by the beggar. It serves you right, my lady, if he
considers your gift as--I know not what.
(Minna hands a cup of coffee to Franziska.)
Do you wish to make my blood boil still more? I do not want any.
(Minna puts it down again.)
"Parbleu, Madame, merit have no reward here"
(imitating the Frenchman).
I think not, when such rogues are allowed to walk about unhanged.

MIN. (coldly and slowly, while sipping her coffee).
Girl, you understand good men very well; but when will you learn to
bear with the bad? And yet they are also men; and frequently not so
bad as they seem. One should look for their good side. I fancy this
Frenchman is nothing worse than vain. Through mere vanity he