The Falcon (1772) - Page 11

E L E O N O R E.

Madame, might I dare to ask you...

C L I T I E.

What do you want?...

E L E O N O R E.

Did he love you?

C L I T I E.

Alas! yes.

E L E O N O R E.

Ah! if that is so, he still loves you; so much the better, he will grant you everything you ask of him.

C L I T I E.

I would much rather that he loved me no more.

E L E O N O R E.

Why then, Madame?

C L I T I E.

Hey, who could have spoken to my son about this bird, and given him the cruel whim to have it?

E L E O N O R E.

Everyone, Madame, all the servants.

C L I T I E.

And I am to ask him for it!

E L E O N O R E.

Well, Madame, perhaps he does not place a very high price on this bird, which they say is so rare; as it is a public rumor, it is perhaps nothing; perhaps he does not even have it anymore. Finally, let us find out if it is so extraordinary; for my part I think it is nothing, a beast he does not value, or something of little consequence: but here is his valet, let us question him.

A decorative horizontal divider with double lines and scroll-like ornaments at both ends.

SCENE VI.

CLITIE, ELEONORE, GUILLAUME.

E L E O N O R E.

Come here, Madame wishes to speak with you.

C L I T I E.

What is your name?