Your oath, lint-locks!
It’s worth a deal, your oath! Your mind I know!
You would be Goddess, you and not Yvette!
Angélique
Let her beware!
Séraphine
Yvette! She’s coming now!
Bright as the star that’s highest in the night!
And all the men have turned astronomers!
Faith! ‘tis easy work to worship Reason,