LUCILE,

You no longer have a mistress,
Let my tears flow.

You who capture the tenderness
Of all hearts.

Everything that concerns me
Adds to my misfortunes.

The crowd of pleasures
Presses around you.

No, no, the charm that deceived
My desires has ceased.

Ah! my beautiful mistress,
What pain presses upon you?
Who makes your tears flow?

You no longer have a Mistress;
Let my tears flow.

I had used such skill
To adorn you with flowers.

No, their brilliance hurts me.
Let my tears flow.

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JULIE AND LUCILE

JULIE. ( Everything heralds a favorable day,
( And everything changes in a moment,
LUCILE. ( What an ordeal, what torment
( For my lover's heart.

Ah, my beautiful Mistress,
What pain presses upon you?
Who makes your tears flow?

You no longer have a Mistress,
Let my tears flow.