John of Paris

SCENE VII.

Come, friends, let our entire retinue
Rest a moment in this lodging;
And then, always singing, always cheerfully,
Continue our journey afterwards.

Come, friends, etc.

Quick, let them serve me at once.

They will serve you at once. | He does not waste time,
                                               | truly.

Ah! What pleasure is that of the table!
Is there one more sweet, more delectable?
Always joyful, when I have the glass in hand,
I laugh, I sing, and mock sorrow.
      Have the Madeira prepared for me.
      The old and burning Roussillon,
      And the sparkling Champagne
      With the white and light foam.

This bourgeois seems a man who enjoys the good life! original: "bon vivant"

Come, friends, let our entire retinue,
Etc. etc.