Céleste
Oh, love may turn to hate.
She’s Goddess now, but wait, but wait, but wait!
Nanon
I join my brother at the Olive Tree.
Come, Angélique, Céleste!
[Exeunt Nanon, Angélique, Céleste.
Séraphine
Were’t not too late,
I’d warn monseigneur just for old time’s sake!