I am in a state of rapture...
More than ever...

C A N D O R.

Hem! What are you saying? How so?

D O L I V A L.

The hunt...

C A N D O R.

Run where pleasure calls you.

D O L I V A L.

You are currently in great trouble;
I am going for my part...

C A N D O R.

So be it, as you wish.

D O L I V A L.

Let me approach her, while nothing prevents me.
(He joins Rosine, and picks up ears of corn which he presents
to her. Rosine moves away from him with precipitation;
Dolival follows her.)

SCENE VI.

CANDOR, THE OLD MAN RUSTAUT.

C A N D O R, aside.

He will concern himself only with frivolities...
(He perceives the good old man Guillot who is drawing
water from the fountain to quench his thirst.)
Stop, good man, stop;
What are you going to drink?

T H E O L D M A N.

Fresh water,

Just coming from its source, and it is a real treat.
What, you are taking it away from me?

C A N D O R.

Yes; you are drenched in sweat,

Overwhelmed with fatigue, and especially at your age.