Goose-Skin (hearing himself referred to as a droll and merry customer, and considering himself in the midst of people who are all more or less Perfects, redoubles his efforts to look dignified) – "I request the noble lady, the noble sir and the other members of this company kindly not to take me for a droll customer.
#Blood disease that starts with mylio free#
I was sure that he would set you free at my request, both you and your merry companion, yonder bulky customer, whose droll songs caused the disturbance." Like all of us inhabitants of Languedoc, he has only aversion for the monastic fraternity. Mylio (to Aimery, smiling) – "Will you, at least, sir, allow me to thank you for your kindness towards me and my traveling companion? Karvel tells me that you were on the point of taking horse to deliver us from the clutches of our enemies."Īimery – "Very naturally. The Lady of Lavaur (interrupting Mylio) – "If the filling of a duty deserves reward, we shall find it in the happiness of having been helpful to this charming girl, who will soon belong to the brother of one of our best friends." (Pointing to Florette) This dear child dropped on the road exhausted with fatigue – and you, your worthy brother and your son brought her help – you carried her to my brother – " Mylio (respectfully and sincerely) – "Madam, Karvel has just been telling me of the debt of gratitude that I owe you. The Lady of Lavaur – "You well know, Karvel, that Aimery and myself have long shared your tender affection for your brother." Karvel (leading Mylio to Aimery and his sister) – "Dame Giraude, I solicit from you for Mylio a little of the good will that you entertain toward us."
I have given the youngster a high opinion of my wisdom and of my powers of speech." Well now, virtue excels love-making." (Unable to understand the last words of Goose-Skin, Aloys looks upon the juggler with wondering eyes and returns to his mother, while Goose-Skin proceeds apart to himself) "I am satisfied with my first trial. Because virtue – affords more true and merry contentment than the most charming grace – What do I say! – Virtue is a man's lady-love. (Aloud to Aloys in a grave and sententious tone) May God preserve you, my young master, and always keep you in the path of virtue. I shall have to keep guard over my tongue. Goose-Skin (aside to himself) – "This brat is surely a little Perfect himself. The old fellow makes serious efforts to repress his droll thoughts he puckers up his lips, strives to look serious and venerable, but only succeeds in imparting to his otherwise jovial features the pitiful expression that Aloys mistook for sadness.Īloys (with a kindly voice) – "Welcome in our country, good father!" Accordingly, faithful to the instructions of his friend, Goose-Skin is holding himself in. In speaking to him of the austere virtues of Karvel the Perfect and his wife, Mylio above all recommended to the juggler not to break out into gross and ribald jests, as was his wont. Goose-Skin is not sad, only he feels greatly embarrassed. While Mylio answers in mute transport the caresses of his dear ones, Aloys timidly approaches the old juggler. The Lady of Lavaur – "That is a kindly thought. Shall I go to him and bid him welcome in this country?"
He is entirely forgotten – And he seems to be sad. The Lady of Lavaur – "Oh! He who can inspire so much affection must merit it!"Īloys (in a low voice to his mother and pointing at Goose-Skin who stands aside) – "Mother, look at that poor old man! Nobody speaks to him. Aimery, Aloys and his mother contemplate the scene with deep emotion. He responds to their embraces with inexpressible bliss. Florette, Karvel and Morise rush to meet the trouvere. Florette looks electrified, listens in the direction of the door and cries out: "It is he! It is Mylio – I recognize his steps – I hear him!"Īlmost immediately after Florette's announcement Mylio steps into the chamber, followed by Goose-Skin. Hurried steps are heard approaching the house. Aimery's plan is accepted, but its execution is immediately rendered superfluous.
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