Kean Page #2

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it means I'm falling too.

- No way!

Tell me frankly:

Am I...am I declining?

- No!

Don't be afraid of hurting me!

I want to retire from the theater

before disgracing myself at least.

Salomon, my friend,

can you swear it?

I still please?

- Yes!

Do I still please?

- Yes!

Swear it!

Swear!

Please, where's

the dressingroom of Madam MacLeish?

O great, come here! Give it to me.

Really they're for

Madam MacLeish.

Here, put them in the dressingroom.

Take this to Madam MacLeish,

even it's too much for her.

Wait a second.

- Thanks.

Hey, you know who I am, right?

- Sure. - Bravo! Go with God.

Come!

Look what a beautiful black cat

you make me find in my dressingroom!

Take it out!

A black cat in my dressingroom!

Incredible!

But, look!

What legs I have, Salomon! - Eh!

They're better admired when you go in

the street with your bottom uncovered!

What did you say? Have you gone mad?

- No, no.

I'm not the one who's mad.

It's you who're too cynical!

So let's see:
according to you

why should I take interest in money?

What's it good for?

- To pay for what you've bought.

Ah, yes? So it's no use to me.

I buy everything without paying!

But what time is it? Has a half hour

gone by since the play ended?

Yes. But give them

time to go home,

find an excuse,

put the husband to bed... Eh!

She won't come anymore.

- She'd be the first!

Yes, but I didn't love the others.

The more punctual woman

is the one you don't care for at all.

Maybe she came and didn't

find the secret door?

By now your secret door has

no more secrets for London ladies!

Or maybe she tried to open it

and couldn't?

No way,

I oiled it myself this morning!

Look:
a child could

open it with one finger.

So, let's wait.

I detest waiting.

I detest waiting for Elena.

Elena!

What're you looking at?

- Nothing.

You're wasting time

talking to be about this bastard?

Again? I don't want to hear

this b*tch scream again!

Give me back my flowers!

- What flowers, madam?

Kean, you would please give madam back

the flowers her admirers...

I deny that madam has admirers.

- Ah!

The Prince of Wales!

Attention! His Highness!

Take care of it. - What should I do?

- Tell him I can't receive him.

You can't receive me,

Mr. Kean?

Without extreme and renewed pleasure,

naturally. - Beautiful dressing gown.

I dress evening

to please England,

I don't have the right to undress

to please myself? - Mh-mh.

Who made it?

- Perkins.

Ah. I'll order one

similar from him tomorrow.

Fine...

It's the sixth time you

base something on my taste, Highness.

What's wrong with that?

- Nothing,

except that all Europe will be

wearing this robe next week.

You seem very excited this evening.

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