Ladies, from the bottom of my soul
I belong to you, as I do to God!
MADAME ALOISE, PHŒBUS, FLEUR-DE-LYS.
Kind sir, may our good Lady
Come always to your aid!
[All the guests enter.
CHORUS.
Come to the festival, come!
Page, lordship, and ladyship, come!
With flowers in your hand,
A joy-seeking band,
Come to the festival, come!
[The guests greet and salute each other; servants circulate among the crowd, bearing platters laden with flowers and fruits. A group of young girls forms itself near a window to the left. Suddenly one of them calls to the others, and motions to them to look out of the window.
DIANA (looking out).
Come and look! come and look, Bérangère!
BÉRANGÈRE (looking into the street).