There is commotion in the palace. The deposed King has been guillotined. His frivolous wife is in the Temple, along with her faithful jester. The Queen suffers a madness of biblical proportions. She sits down to have tea with non-existent characters, sunbathes from the window that overlooks the abyss, thinking she is in Versailles, nothing ties her to this reality anymore. She only recognizes her buffoon, who dances for her and makes her laugh while she plays with the threadbare ruffles of the only dress she has been wearing for several weeks. They plan to leave her there for a long time, while the mob in the capital city calms down. In short, soon no one will miss her, she will be "l'autre-chienne" for everyone and nothing more.
Hay revuelo en el palacio. El depuesto Rey ha sido guillotinado. Su frívola esposa está en el Temple, junto a su fiel bufona. La Reina sufre un desvarío de proporciones bíblicas. Se sienta a tomar el té con personajes inexistentes, toma el sol desde la ventana que da al abismo, pensando que está en Versalles, ya nada la ata a esta realidad. Sólo reconoce a su bufona, que baila para ella y la hace reír mientras juguetea con los raídos vuelos del único vestido que lleva desde hace varias semanas. Piensan dejarla ahí por un buen tiempo, mientras se tranquiliza la turba en la urbe capitalina. En definitiva pronto nadie la extrañará, será "l'autre-chienne" para todo el mundo y nada más.
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