(Holding up a key) Here is the key of it. (He offers it to
her.)
RIDING HOOD (indifferently) But if I'm never to go into it, I shan't
want the key.
BLUEBEARD (upset). You--you _must_ have the key.
RIDING HOOD. Why?
BLUEBEARD. The--the others all had it.
RIDING HOOD (coldly). Bluebeard, you aren't going to talk about your
_other_ wives all the time, are you?
BLUEBEARD. N--no.
RIDING HOOD. Then don't be silly. And take this key, and go and tidy
up that ridiculous room of yours, and when it's nice and clean, and
when you've shaved off that absurd beard, perhaps I'll marry you.
BLUEBEARD (furiously drawing his sword). Madam!
RIDING HOOD. Don't do it here. You'll want some hot water.
BLUEBEARD (trying to put his sword back). This is too much, this is--
RIDING HOOD. You're putting it in the wrong way round.
BLUEBEARD (stiffly). Thank you. (He manages to get it in.)
RIDING HOOD. Well, do you want to marry me?
BLUEBEARD. Yes!
RIDING HOOD. Sure?
BLUEBEARD (admiringly). More than ever. You're the first woman I've
met who hasn't been afraid of me.
RIDING HOOD (surprised). Are you very alarming? Wolves frighten me
sometimes, but not just silly men. . . . (Giving him her hand) All right
then.
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