No More Learning

TRIBOULET: But I cannot stay to-night;
I only came to see if you were safe.
Good-bye, my darling! Do not leave the house.

[_While he is speaking,_ KING FRANCOIS _glides into the
courtyard, and hides behind a tree there. He is
dressed like a student. _

BLANCHE: Good-bye, my father!

THE KING: Father! Triboulet
Her father! What a joke!

TRIBOULET: May God guard you!

[_He kisses her again and departs. _ BLANCHE _stands at
the door watching him, and_ DAME BERARDE, _her
housekeeper, joins her. _

BLANCHE: I have not told him.

DAME BERARDE: What?

BLANCHE: That a young man
Follows me when I come from church.
DAME BERARDE (_laughing_): You wish
To chase this handsome man away?

BLANCHE: Ah, no!
1 think he loves me. Oh, when Sunday comes
I shall be happy!

DAME BERARDE: I should think he was
Some noble lord.

BLANCHE: No! Lords, my father says,
Are men of little faith or honesty.
I hope he is a poor young scholar, filled
With noble thoughts rather than noble blood.
How long it is to Sunday! Would he were
Kneeling before me here. I then would say
Be happy, for I----

[_The_ KING _comes from behind the tree, and kneels
before her. _

THE KING: Love you! Say it sweet:
I love you!

BLANCHE: If my father comes! Ah, go!

THE KING: Go?