We know, we Morbec folk!
Vive Baron René!
Séraphine
Eh, eh, monseigneur!
Yvette
Nantes! Nantes! you’ll keep the oath you’ve made to me!
My fairing I shall have this holiday,
And what I bind it shall be bound indeed,
And what I loose is loosed to me for aye!
I ask one gift—I shall not ask again!