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ES abords d'un village dans le Languedoc

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Et songe en t'en allant 2 la pauvre maisonDont nous aurons ainsi protege <strong>le</strong> bonheur ...Le bonheur, comme c'est fragi<strong>le</strong>.]ACQU<strong>ES</strong>Je ne peux pas partir ainsi, sans la revoir !LE MEUNIERPourtant, songes-y bien, enfant, c'est ton devoir!11s aperfoivent la mere delacques clui vient chercherson fagotouhli6.JACQU<strong>ES</strong>bla mere ... Tu vois bien, je ne puis partir!El<strong>le</strong> ferait plutBt c<strong>le</strong> ses hras un refugeQue de me voir partir seul, triste, clans la nuit.LE MEUNIEREt bien, qu'el<strong>le</strong> soit juge!And think as you go of the poor householdWhose happiness we shall have protected..Happiness is so fragi<strong>le</strong>.]ACQU<strong>ES</strong>I cannot <strong>le</strong>ave like this, without seeing her again!THE MILLERAnd yet, think well on it, my child, it is your duty!They notice Jacques' mother come to col<strong>le</strong>ct her forgottenbund<strong>le</strong> of fire~vood.JACQU<strong>ES</strong>My mother ... You can see very well I can't <strong>le</strong>ave!She would rather make a refuge of her armsThan to see me <strong>le</strong>ave alone, sad, in the night.THE MILLERWell then, may she be the judge!LA MCRElacclues! Ton ami Pierre te cherchait.JACQU<strong>ES</strong>Ma mere, ma mere, j'ai besoin de p<strong>le</strong>urer!LA MEREP<strong>le</strong>urer un si beau jour, <strong>le</strong> jour de ton retour!Les regards de tes ye~lx m'alarment !Oh! Dis moi quel<strong>le</strong>s sont ces larmesQui cou<strong>le</strong>nt sans raison par ce soir de honheur?LE MEUNIERLorsqu'il etait enfant, mPre, tu te souviens,Et que tu lui chantais <strong>le</strong>s chansons c<strong>le</strong> nos peres,Tu lui disais: mon fils il faut faire <strong>le</strong> bien,THE MOTHERJacqi<strong>le</strong>s! Your friend Pierre \\as looking for you.JACQU<strong>ES</strong>Mother, mother, I must weep!THE MOTHERWeep on such a beautiful clay, the clay of your return!The look in your eyes alarms me!Oh! Tell me, what are these tearsThat flow without reason on this happy evening?THE MILLERWhen he was a child, mother, you remember,And when you sang him the songs of our fathers,You used to say to him: my son, you must clo what is right,

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