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We've played the serenade you bade To Montfleury !

Go ! lurk in ambush there, One at this street corner, and one at that ; And if a passer-by should here intrude, Play you a tune !

What tune, Sir Gassendist ?

Gay, if a woman comes, - for a man, sad !

Call her !

Roxane !

Some pebbles ! wait a while !

Who calls me ?

I!

Who's that ?