MARION.
But--
SAVERNY.
You are divine!
But I"ll not stir one foot before I know Who this gay shepherd is, who"s routed us!
MARION.
There"s no one!
SAVERNY.
I will be discreet. We courtiers, Whom people think so mad, so curious And spiteful, are maligned. We gossip, but We never talk! You"re silent?
[_Sits down._] Then I"ll stay!
MARION.
What does it matter? Well, it"s true! I love!
I"m waiting for him!
SAVERNY.
That"s the way to talk!
That"s right! Where is it you expect him?
MARION.
Here!
SAVERNY.
When?
MARION.
Now! [_She goes to the balcony and listens._ Hark! that is he perhaps.
[_Coming back._] "Tis not.
Now are you satisfied?
SAVERNY.
Not quite!
MARION.
Please go!
SAVERNY.
I want to know his name, this proud gallant, For whose reception I am thus dismissed.
MARION.
Didier is all the name I know for him.
Marie is all the name he knows for me.
SAVERNY (_laughing_).
Is"t true?
MARION.
Yes, true!
SAVERNY.
This is a pastoral, And no mistake. "Tis Racan, pure! To enter, I have no doubt he scales the wall.
MARION.
Perhaps.
Please go! [_Aside._] He wearies me to death!
SAVERNY (_becoming serious_).
Of course He"s n.o.ble.
MARION.
I don"t know.
SAVERNY.
What?
[_To Marion, who is gently pushing him toward the door._
I am going! [_Coming back._ Just one word more! I had forgotten. Look!
[_He draws a book out of his pocket and gives it to Marion._
An author who is not a fool, did this.
It"s making a great stir.
MARION (_reading the t.i.tle_).
"Love"s Garland"--ah!