John of Paris (1816) - Page 6

{ My house

{ His house.

What! Really! This personage

Of high rank

Who at this moment

We are preparing to receive,

Is it the Princess of Navarre?

Yes, my child,

It is the Princess of Navarre.

What! The Princess of Navarre? — Yes, the Princess of

Navarre.

This woman whose beauty

Is renowned everywhere.

Who, by her wit, her gaiety,

Knows how to please as much as she is loved?

And who, furthermore, is sister to our king,

To all that; which does not spoil anything, I believe.

Thus, you see, for such a windfall,

We cannot, my friends, take too much trouble.

Come then, come;

No negligence.

Come quickly, come;

No negligence, etc. etc.

(After the choir, the boys and girls of the inn withdraw.)