There is no gold could make me flee this place!
How long dost think before they throw me in?
The Soldier
A little while!
[He returns to the river. Yvette sits upon the
earth at the foot of a tree, and with her chin upon
her hand watches those who come and go.
Yvette
He comes not yet! O Our Lady!
I would not drown till I have seen him once!