To signal his courage;

The uproar,

The carnage,

Have charms.

Tranquil in the middle of combat,

Despite the bomb,

Which falls,

And breaks into pieces;

The grenades,

Firecrackers,

Carbines,

Culverins early types of cannons,

Bayonets,

Muskets,

Halberd and musketoon a short-barreled musket,

Nothing worries him;

Like to the sound of a musette a small bagpipe,

He dances to the sound of the cannon,

Patapon, pon.

SCENE VI.

THE SOLDIER, CRISPIN, MRS. ARGANT.

MRS. ARGANT.

What is this soldier doing here?

CRISPIN.

He has come to lodge here.

MRS. ARGANT.

Where then is my husband?

CRISPIN.

He has gone out.

MRS. ARGANT.

But I do not receive anyone in his absence.

THE SOLDIER.

Fear nothing, Madam, you will have no reason to complain of me.