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Well now.... I cannot get over it!.. the wretch!... Oh! I am going to find the Governor, I am going to shout, I am going to, (stopping himself) yes, so that he sends me away with a little caning original: "carimonie" — a dialectical or intentionally mispronounced term for ceremony or beating (making a gesture of giving blows with a stick) By God!.. but after all, I am a fool.
Is it not a madness,
When the ungrateful one forgets me so,
To moan, to grieve?
It is true, but the hussy,
If I see her face again,
Can I do it without raging?
Poor Blaise, rage, rage.
But is it not a hundred times wiser
To show greater courage?
Let a new object engage us,
In my turn let me become fickle
And break our first knots.
Let us avenge ourselves for her new fires.
Yes, without doubt, oh good head!
Let us punish this unfaithful woman;
I was a fool to think of her,
I do well to take revenge for it.
But what is this beautiful Lady I see in the woods? (*) In Paris, the back of the stage is occupied by a mountain from which Bélinde descends, and Blaise says: "that I see up there.." I think I recognize her... yes, I saw her on our ship... it was she who was always so sad, who had an aunt... She is, by God, lovely... Faith, let us let her come, must see... Ah! if she were not such a great Lady! .. (he moves away)