Blaise the Cobbler

BLAISINE.

And me, more than a thousand; back then he did not call me Blaisine, he called me Mademoiselle Margot, and always with his hat in his hand. Ah! an idea occurs to me; hide yourself, hide yourself: he is coming. I believe here he is; yes, yes, hide yourself, and let me handle it.

A decorative double horizontal line divides the page.

BLAISINE, M. PINCE, BLAISE hidden.

BLAISINE.

The page contains a musical score illustrating the ariette.

Ah! the scoundrel, the scoundrel, he strikes me, he escapes. Ah! the scoundrel! he strikes me, he beats me, he beats me, he beats me, he beats me. Ah! the scoundrel! he strikes me, he escapes. Ah!