John of Paris

LOREZZA to her Father.
Together.

See, see how he staggers,
He can go no further, that is certain.
Why this cruel rigor?
He cannot continue on his way,
See, see how he staggers;
Come, come, be human.

PEDRIGO to Lorezza.
Peace then, peace then, mademoiselle!

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

My patience is at an end.
Peace then, peace then, mademoiselle,

Move on, move on your way.

LOREZZA, to Olivier.

Come now, young boy; since we cannot receive
you, you must make up your mind, and be on your way
(softly to Olivier) Stay. (Aloud) As for me, father, I
am going up to the rooms. (Softly to Olivier) I am
going down to the kitchen, (aloud) and I am going to prepare
everything necessary for your princess; (softly to Olivier)
for your breakfast.

PEDRIGO.

Take good care that she lacks nothing.

LOREZZA.

It is enough, father. (She exits)

OLIVIER, aside.

This young child is charming!