Séraphine
Faith!
Angélique is in feather now you’re gone!
Cries Vive la République! here in Nantes.
Rides on the cannon and handles a pike;
Thinks she’s in Paris and plays Théroigne,
And high from the galleries applauds Lalain!
Nanon
He thinks not of her; he thinks of Yvette!
Yvette