And see, these green shades! But, Monsieur
Percinet, what makes them divine to me is the way you read!
PERCINET. Flatterer!
SYLVETTE. [Sighing] Poor lovers! Their fate was cruel!
[Another sigh] I think--
PERCINET. What?
SYLVETTE. Nothing!
PERCINET. Something that made you blush red as a rose.
SYLVETTE. Nothing, I say.
PERCINET. Ah, that's too transparent. I see it all: you are
thinking of our fathers!
SYLVETTE. Perhaps--
PERCINET. Of their terrible hatred for each other.
SYLVETTE. The thought often pains me and makes me cry when I am
alone. Last month, when I came home from the convent, my father
pointed out your father's park, and said to me: "My dear child,
you behold there the domain of my mortal enemy, Bergamin. Never
cross the path of those two rascals, Bergamin and his son Percinet.
Mark well my words, and obey me to the letter, or I shall cast you
off as an enemy. Their family has always been at bitter enmity
with our own." And I promised. But you see how I keep my word!
PERCINET. Did I not promise my father to do the same, Sylvette?
Yet I love you!
SYLVETTE. Holy saints!
PERCINET. I love you, my dearest!
SYLVETTE. It's sinful!
PERCINET.
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