John of Paris

principles, I am. (To Olivier). Ah, well! You have told me your master's name, but I am ignorant of who he is, what he does.

He sleeps, he drinks, he eats, he walks, and he rests.

He does all that! That man there has not an instant to himself; but finally, he has a profession, no doubt?

And a proud profession at that!

What is it then?

Bourgeois of Paris. A citizen or freeman of Paris.

Bourgeois?

Yes.

Good God! I would have taken him for a prince, given the way he carries on.

Ah, well, you see, a bourgeois of Paris is worth a lord of Pamplona.

By Jove! I am very curious to make the acquaintance of such a character.

You are about to be satisfied; for I hear him approaching, escorted by a portion of his men.