Blanche: Father, trust in me.
Tell me your name and calling. Every night
You come by stealth to see me; every day
You disappear. Oh, how it troubles me
To see you weep!
Triboulet: You would be troubled more
If you could see me laugh! No, no, my child!
Know me but as your father; let me be
Something that you can venerate and love.
Blanche: My father!
Triboulet: But I cannot stay to-night;
I only came to see if you were safe.
Good-bye, my darling! Do not leave the house.
[While he is speaking, King François glides into the courtyard, and hides behind a tree there. He is dressed like a student.
Blanche: Good-bye, my father!
The King: Father! Triboulet Her father! What a joke!
Triboulet: May God guard you!
[He kisses her again and departs. Blanche stands at the door watching him, and Dame Berarde, her housekeeper, joins her.
Blanche: I have not told him.