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Rh You see! One roll of the drum is enough! Goodbye dreams, regrets, native land, love…. All that the pipe called forth the drum has chased away!

Ho, here comes Monsieur de Guiche.

Ugh!… Ugh!…

A flattering welcome!

We are sick to death of him!

—With his lace collar over his armour, playing the fine gentleman!

As if one wore linen over steel!

It were good for a bandage had he boils on his neck.

Another plotting courtier!