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Do tell me whether I am awake and have my eyes open.
LEANDER.
The play, if not perfectly excellent, is still to be praised in several respects.
JACKPUD.
Not one respect.
LEANDER.
I a.s.sert that it displays wit.
JACKPUD.
I a.s.sert that it displays none.
LEANDER.
You are a fool; how can you pretend to judge concerning wit?
JACKPUD.
And you are a scholar; what can you pretend to understand about wit?
LEANDER.
Several characters are well-sustained.
JACKPUD.
Not a single one.
LEANDER.
Then, even if I concede else, the audience is well drawn in it.
JACKPUD.
An audience never has a character.
LEANDER.
I am almost amazed at this boldness.
JACKPUD (_to the pit_).
Isn't he a foolish fellow? Here we are, hand and glove with each other and sympathize in our views on taste, and he wishes to a.s.sert in opposition to my opinion, that at least the audience in _Puss in Boots_ is well drawn.
FISCHER.
The audience? Why no audience appears in the play.
JACKPUD.
That's even better! So, then, no audience is presented in it at all?
MuLLER.
Why not a bit of it, unless he means the several kinds of fools that appear.
JACKPUD.
Now, do you see, scholar! What these gentlemen down there are saying must certainly be true.
LEANDER.
I am getting confused, but still I won't yield the victory to you.
[_Enter_ HINZE.]
JACKPUD.
Sir Hunter, a word! (HINZE _approaches, they whisper._)
HINZE.
If it's nothing more than that. (_He takes off his boots, climbs up the pole, then takes the hat, jumps down, then puts his boots on again._)
JACKPUD.
Victory! Victory!
KING.
The deuce! How clever the hunter is!
LEANDER.
I only regret that I have been vanquished by a fool, that learning must acknowledge foolishness as its superior.
KING.
Keep still; you wanted the hat, he wanted the hat; so again I see no difference. But what have you brought, hunter?
HINZE.
The Count of Carabas commends himself most respectfully to your majesty and sends you these two partridges.
