On Never Thinks of Everything,


	My gentleman,	Freedom.
	in truth,
	My noble lady, in
	truth,
	I languish in pover-
Finally to	ty.	I am listening; you
hide nothing		may speak.
from you,		Hey, why
Are you		persecute us.
there to lis-
ten?
	Poor little one, etc.

MR. TUE.

Give him something, then, and let him go.

MARGARITA.

Here, here are two liards small French copper coins.

MR. TUE.

There is one for her, and one for me.

DORVAL.

May the dew of heaven, and the fat of the earth...

MR. TUE.

Hey, leave us. Ah, he is finally gone... Finally, I do not know where I was, that man has dazed me. Go look for Lise, I am going to this consultation. (He retraces his steps and says:) I will return...

DORVAL.

Ah! Noble lady, virtuous princess.

MARGARITA.

Goodbye, good man, goodbye.