John of Paris

I cannot continue on my way;
Suffer, I beg you, that I might taste
Some rest in this lodging.

It is impossible, I tell you.

Together.

Speak, speak for me, my beauty;
And I will succeed, I am certain.

See his cruel fatigue;
He can go no further, that is certain.

This is breaking my brain too much;
Move on, move on your way.

This little rascal has some spirit!
Hey quick! Hey quick! Get going.

Pardon, I must stop,
And I must wait for Master Jean.

Master Jean? Can we know
This personage?

He is my master.

Very well; but quickly get going,
Sir squire to Master Jean.

Speak, speak for me, my beauty.
I am dying of thirst, I am dying of hunger,
Ah! What cruel fatigue!
I cannot continue on my way.
Speak, speak for me, my beauty,
And I will succeed, I am certain.