PAPA UBU (beginning to wake up). Get Mama Ubu! Cut off her ears!

MAMA UBU. Ah God! Where am I? I’m losing my mind! Ah! no, Lord! Thank heavens, I see Little Papa Ubu asleep near me! Let’s be nice. Well, my fat fellow, did you sleep well?

PAPA UBU. Very poorly! He was well hard, that bear! Fight of the ravenous against the tough, but the ravenous completely ate and devoured the tough, as you’ll see when daylight comes. Do you hear, noble Paladins?

MAMA UBU. What’s he babbling about? He’s even stupider than when he left. Who’s he talking to?

PAPA UBU. Cotice, Battery, answer me, pshite-bag. Where are you? Ah! I am afraid. But someone spoke. Who spoke? It’s not the bear, I suppose. Pshite! Where are my matches? Ah! I lost them in battle.

MAMA UBU (aside). Let’s take advantage of the