The Magician Soldier

BLONDINEAU.

If all women thought like you, the poor Prosecutors would die of hunger. I do not have a mercenary soul, however; no, Madam, I ask of you for all my recognition only a place in your heart.

MRS. ARGANT.

That is too gallant.

BLONDINEAU.

ARIETTE.

✓

On my request in your turn,
Deign to do justice this day:
For you I die, I die, of love;
My secret
Escapes me with regret;
But, Madam,
The love whose law
My soul follows
Is stronger than I.
Second the hope that animates me,
Without making a crime of my fire,
Say, to grant me the prize,
Be it done as is required.

MRS. ARGANT.

And I, I say nothing.

BLONDINEAU.

Badly judged, I appeal.

MRS. ARGANT.

To what tribunal?

BLONDINEAU.

To my love.

MRS. ARGANT.

Go, your love is mad, I forbid it.

BLONDINEAU, taking her hand.

It will rise again.

MRS. ARGANT.

Moderate yourself then.

BLONDINEAU.

This hand is my prisoner.