The Republic is sunk in shame.

It is ruined." "May God grant it!" "Cornemuse, what do you think of Prince Crucho ?" "He is an amiable young man and, I dare say, a worthy scion of an august stock.

I pity him for having to endure the pains of exile at so early an age.

Spring has no flowers for the exile, and autumn no fruits.

Prince Crucho has sound views; he respects the clergy; he practises our religion; besides, he consumes a good deal of my little products." "Cornemuse, in many homes, both rich and poor, his return is hoped for.
Believe me, he will come back." "May I live to throw my mantle beneath his feet!" sighed Cornemuse.
Seeing that he held these sentiments, Agaric depicted to him the state of people's minds such as he himself imagined them.