Les Visiteurs du Soir

THE DEVIL'S ENVOYS

and so, in the lovely month of May, 1485,

the Devil sent two of his envoys to this world

to drive humans to despair

There it is

Tell me, my good man

Would the lord of this castle welcome two minstrels

who've traveled far to entertain him? - I believe so

You're in luck

Baron Hugues loves music

and soon Miss Anne will be wed to Sir Renaud

Since the engagement, it's been banquet after banquet

In festive times, my skills aren't needed,

so I fish to pass the time

Thank you, good man

No, let me thank you for calling me "good man"!

In spite of everything, it's nice to hear!

Come to me, pretty frogs!

Make up your minds!

Afraid of the executioner?

Then come to the "good man"!

My lords!

Kind lords!

How heavy is my heart!

A beast who never hurt anyone,

a beast who made the whole castle laugh!

He was just crossing the courtyard and the guards shot him,

just for sport

This is all I have left!

He's dead, kind lords

He was my brother!

What will I do?

Woe is me!

- Why bother, Gilles? - I enjoy doing good sometimes

Why bother?

These performers are putting me to sleep

Let's hope this one is more entertaining

You're hard to please

I found the juggler quite amusing

He has a sad face

Father, isn't his face sad?

- Shall I throw him out? - I don't wish to cause him harm

It'd be a shame to lose such a face

I agree! His hollow cheeks make me hungry!

Stand up Show us what you can do

Nothing myself, noble lord,

but I can display three extremely rare creatures

Few have ever seen them

Commoners are naive and easily frightened

Only the great can properly appreciate these oddities of nature

You're too sensitive, Anne

Take a look I assure you, they're very funny

I don't want to

Look, just to make me happy

Then look back at me

You'll only love me more

I don't want to see them

I feel sorry for them

Take them away

I don't want you to be sad, dear child

These banquets are to make you happy

Think you're pretty enough to mock them?

I'm no beauty,

but compared to them, I must seem pretty!

I believe my daughter would like to hear

sweet things that touch the heart

Stories of romance,

the yearnings of simple hearts

Are there any singers in the hall?

Demons and marvels

Winds and waves

Far away already

The tide has gone out

And you Like seaweed

Caressed by the wind

In the dunes of your bed

You stir in your sleep

Demons and marvels

Winds and waves

Far away already

The tide has gone out

But in your half-open eyes

Two little waves

Still remain

Demons and marvels

Winds and waves

Two little waves

To drown myself in

You sing well, young man

Who are you?

My name is Gilles

This is my brother, Dominique

Sing us another song

The tender and dangerous face of love

Appeared to me one night after an endless day

Perhaps it was an archer with his bow

Perhaps a musician with his harp

I know no more

I know nothing

All I know

Is that he wounded me

Perhaps with an arrow

Perhaps with a song

All I know

Is that he wounded me

His shot hit my heart wounded forever

Burning Ardently burning

This wound of love

Love, always love!

With its little sighs and big deceits!

Before, at least we had songs about war, hunting,

the urge to fight, to kill

You're too harsh, Renaud

I might not have loved Baroness Berthe like in the songs,

but she meant so much to me

So much

But my wife is dead and times have changed

Now everyone speaks of love

Too much! I don't like it

You look proud of yourself

How dare you gaze into a lady's eyes while crooning such nonsense?

Renaud, please!

If I had you hung,

would you sing as sweetly with a rope around your throat?

I doubt it

Then sing no more

if you value the pitiful thing you call your life!

Your mind is elsewhere, Anne

Are you sad because of how I spoke of love?

No, dear friend

I'm not angry with you

You know, I also used to dance

when Berthe was still alive

My creatures are tired

Where may they sleep?

I'll show you the room reserved for the performers

- What are you thinking of? - Nothing

Then who are you thinking of?

Did I ever give you reason for jealousy?

Fortunately, no

I simply wish to remind you that soon you will be mine

Did you hear me? - Yes, Renaud

Your every pleasure, desire, even sorrow, if you have any,

should be given to me

May I at least dream?

As little as possible!

Dreams are dangerous and useless

I never dream myself

As soon as I saw you, I knew why I'd traveled so far

I thanked Heaven for leading me to you

As soon as I saw you,

I knew you'd come for me

I knew it

I'm sure my life will change

Do you regret it?

No

Will you regret it?

Never

Even if it makes me suffer

Those who love never suffer

Look at them

Do they suffer?

No

They feel marvelously alone,

the moonlight shines on their love

And those two star-gazers,

what are they thinking of?

Nothing

Not even the stars

They are together, in love

They are happy

And that solitary man

So sad, so hopeless

Surely his beloved has left him, or he her,

and so the moon, the stars,

the birds, the very trees of this garden

no longer exist for him

He hears nothing,

he sees nothing

He's all alone

His love is gone

If you ever left me,

I'd be in despair,

like him

My page Guillaume, with Agnès?

I didn't know they were in love

They're not

For them, it's a game

They toy with love

That's the one who truly loves Guillaume

Louison?

She hides and watches them

She wants to cry

She's ugly, no one loves her

If she loves him, why is she ugly?

It's not fair

It makes me sad, too

I don't want you to be sad tonight

She's so pretty now!

It's nothing