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V I C T O I R E.
The little Julie? Ah! certainly not; this one is a jewel: I must put some rouge on her. Come, my child.
F A N C H E T T E.
Ah! Madame; if my mother....
V I C T O I R E.
She will not come. Come, come... turn your head like that... that is good... to the other side now.
Air: from Dardanus.
Upon my honor, it is a pleasure,
She is as beautiful as an Angel.
How that changes her!
Oh, but it is delightful.
Although it is next to nothing,
Look, look,
See this refined air,
This mischievous eye,
Lively and playful.
R O S A L I E.
Good.
V I C T O I R E.
She only needs a certain bearing,
A little lover and some wealth.
F A N C H E T T E.
Ah! Madame, I have a lover; and Master
Nicolas...
V I C T O I R E.
Ah! My pretty one! She has pierced ears. Lend me your earrings, your mirror.
F A N C H E T T E.
Ah! Madame....
V I C T O I R E.
Let me arrange them for you.
F A N C H E T T E.
Ah! I will put them on well enough.
R O S A L I E.
Take care, my dear friend.
V I C T O I R E.
These are not like your little gold rings.
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