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Updated: May 3, 2025
Mountebanks have their public life as well as princes, and on these occasions Dea was arrayed, like Fibi and Vinos, in a Florentine petticoat of flowered stuff, and a woman's jacket without sleeves, leaving the arms bare. Ursus and Gwynplaine wore men's jackets, and, like sailors on board a man-of-war, great loose trousers.
"Look there, Gwynplaine! the court is already more than half full of people. They are in heaps in the passages. What a crowd! And you say that Fibi and Vinos look as if they did not see them. How stupid the gipsies are! What fools they are in Egypt! Don't lift the curtain from the door. Be decent. Dea is dressing." He paused, and suddenly they heard an exclamation, "How beautiful Dea is!"
It was the voice of Gwynplaine. Fibi and Vinos started, and turned round. It was the voice of Gwynplaine, but in the mouth of Ursus. Ursus, by a sign which he made through the door ajar, forbade the expression of any astonishment. Then, again taking the voice of Gwynplaine, "Angel!" Then he replied in his own voice, "Dea an angel! You are a fool, Gwynplaine. No mammifer can fly except the bats."
Meanwhile the ineffable blind look of Dea's eyes met those of Ursus. He started. "Well!" he cried; "what are you about? Vinos! Fibi! Do you not hear your mistress? Are you deaf? Quick! the play is going to begin." The two women looked at Ursus in stupefaction. Ursus shouted, "Do you not hear the audience coming in? Fibi, dress Dea. Vinos, take your tambourine." Fibi was obedient; Vinos, passive.
Notwithstanding the lateness of the hour, they had not dressed themselves in their goddesses' gauze, which was a sign of deep discouragement. They had remained in their drugget petticoats and their dress of coarse cloth. Ursus looked at Dea. "She is rehearsing for a longer sleep," murmured he. Then, addressing Fibi and Vinos, "You both know all. The music is over.
A moment after, Ursus entered the Green Box. He put the two signs away in a corner, and entered what he called the woman's wing. Dea was asleep. She was on her bed, dressed as usual, excepting that the body of her gown was loosened, as when she was taking her siesta. Near her Vinos and Fibi were sitting one on a stool, the other on the ground musing.
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