Blaise the Cobbler

ARIETTA in Duo.

BLAISINE.
Ah! I am unhappy!
What? In what way?
A troublesome situation
Puts us at the limit.
They are owed by us on all sides.
The baker woman,
The butcher woman,
The tanner,
The prosecutor,
Our host,
It is his fault.
That this day makes us
Execute well,
Without stopping.
Ah! I am unhappy!
What! In what way!
A troublesome situation
Puts us at the limit.
They are owed by us on all sides.

BLAISE:
You! In what way? In what way?
My troublesome conduct.
What are these limits?
They are owed by us on all sides.

I owe nothing to the tavern.
And that is a fact.

You! In what way? In what way?
My troublesome conduct!
What are these limits?
They are owed by us on all sides.

(She remains lost in thought; Blaise continues to turn about the room, finds his hat on the cupboard, and she looks at him going and says:)

It is today, you wretch that you are! They are coming to seize our furniture.

ARIETTA.

Here, my wife, I beg you,
Do not give me grief.
Let us enjoy life today,
One can die tomorrow.

Of hunger, of hunger.