The Goddess of Reason 11
DE VARDES
Ay, presently!
LALAIN
Now!
DE VARDES
Monsieur!
LALAIN
Citoyen René-Amaury Vardes—
DE VARDES
Is that, monsieur, the latest Paris mode?
_Citoyen René-Amaury Vardes_,
The _De_ left off, our hats (_Glances at_ LALAIN) left on!
LALAIN (_removing his hat_)
Monsieur
The Baron of Morbec!
DE VARDES (_bowing_)
Monsieur
The Deputy for Vannes!
[_Laughter and voices within._
_Enter from the château_ THE MARQUISE _and_ MLLE. DE
CHÂTEAU-GUI _with_ DE L’ORIENT _and_ DE BUC.
DE L’ORIENT (_sings_)
_Then spake the king of Ys
Above the song and shout,
Bring here the golden key
That keeps the ocean out!_
THE MARQUISE
Monsieur le Baron,
My lost fan!
YVETTE (_aside_)
Oh me!
DE VARDES
Madame la Marquise,
I will give you a fan that’s to my taste;
By Watteau painted, mounted by Laudet,
Fragile and fine, an Adonis of fans!
This that I broke I will keep for myself.
[_Pockets the fan._
Forgive the mere accident!
YVETTE
Ah!
SÉRAPHINE (_from the table_)
Ah—h—h!
LALAIN (_aside_)
Gods!
If _I_ forgive!
THE MARQUISE
At Blanchefôret, monsieur,
The Watteau, Laudet, Adonis of fans,
I’ll take from your hand—
DE VARDES
I ride there anon,
(_Aside._) But not through the Forest of Paimpont
And not on the Eve of Saint John.
THE MARQUISE
Come soon,
My garden is sweetest in June.
DE L’ORIENT (_sings_)
_In Ys they sing no more,
In Ys the city old!
The waves are rolling o’er
The king and all his gold._
MLLE. DE CHÂTEAU-GUI
Look at _my_ fan, Monsieur le Baron!
[LALAIN _crosses to_ YVETTE.
LALAIN
Hast thou forgot, hast thou forgot, Yvette,
Thy part, thy lot, the very name they give thee?
This is Morbec, this is the brazen castle!
There are no roses here.
YVETTE
So generous
He was!
LALAIN
Generous! Oh, well are you called
The Right of the Seigneur!
YVETTE (_passionately_)
Give me not that
Detestable name!
LALAIN
So meek under wrongs—
YVETTE
Oh!
LALAIN
So quick to forget—
YVETTE
Oh!
LALAIN
_La patrie_—
Sworn oaths—the tricolour—
YVETTE
Anger me not!
LALAIN
On your lips _Ça Ira_! but in your heart
_O Richard, O mon Roi!_
YVETTE
‘Tis false!
LALAIN
And I—and I—Yvette!
YVETTE
Speak not to me!
LALAIN
You gaze at that man! I tell you he wooes
Madame la Marquise de Blanchefôret!
[YVETTE _crosses to_ _The Marquise_, DE VARDES,
_and the guests_.
YVETTE (_to_ THE MARQUISE)
Madame!
I broke the fan! I would pay if I might.
I would keep your cows, or spin your flax—
THE MARQUISE
The fan!
You broke the fan—not monsieur there!
YVETTE
No, I!
THE MARQUISE
Sainte Geneviève!
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