The King: Your dark, sweet eyes
Inspired me! It was only yesterday
We met at the Hôtel du Maine, and yet
I love you with as passionate a love
As if we had been sweethearts all our lives.
Come, let me kiss you!
Maguelonne (sitting herself gaily on the table where
he is drinking): When you have drunk your wine.
[The King empties the flagon of drugged liquor, and with a mocking laugh the girl jumps down and sits on his knee.
The King: Oh, you delicious, fascinating thing.
What a wild dance you've led me! Feel my heart
Seating with love for you!
Maguelonne: And for a score
Of other women!
The King: No, for you alone!
[Blanche cannot bear to look at them any longer. Pale and trembling, she turns away, and falls into her father's arms.
Blanche: Oh, God, how he deceived me! My heart breaks.
All that he said to me he now repeats
To this low, shameless slut. He is a man
Without a soul.
Triboulet (in a whisper): Hush, hush! or he will hear!
You leave him in my hands then?