CRONIAMANTAL
The voices of women are always ironical. Is the weather always fair? Someone is already damned instead of me. It is nice in the deep woods. Hearken no longer to the voice of woman! Ask! Ask!
THE VOICE
—Hello Germaine
I come to love between thine arms
—Ah! Sire, our cow is full
—Really Germaine
—Your servant also, I believe.
CRONIAMANTAL
She who sings in order to lure me will be ignorant as I, and dancing with lassitudes.
THE VOICE
The cow is full
When autumn comes she'll calve
Farewell my king Dondidondaine
The cow is full
And my heart empty without thee
Croniamantal stands on the tip of his toes to see if he can perceive through the branches the so-beloved who comes.
THE VOICE