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THE OLD WOMAN.
Come on, come then, help me; can I carry the table all by myself? The Pistolets a type of coin or money are there, they are asking to speak.
GUILLAUME.
They are taking their time, let them wait.
THE OLD WOMAN.
Wait! Wait! That is all they have to do, apparently.
They carry the table.
Go tell him to come; his fine dinner is ready.
To count on life
Is to count on nothing;
Today my dear,
And tomorrow nothing more.
He is in his cage,
He is doing well;
The animal has nothing
That suffers damage;
His master is in a rage,
A Lady comes,
Neither beauty, nor plumage,
Nothing holds him back:
Crack, the deal is done,