The Indian Woman (L'Indienne)

Impious woman that you are! What blasphemies! Go, you shall be burned; but you will be burned all alone, in secret, and no one will see you.

Do not overwhelm me with your rigor. If I seek to save my life, I wish at the same time to save yours. You know the law; if you were to marry me....

Ah! my dear late wife, can one propose to me that I forget you?

But be reasonable and in good faith. Did you love your wife? She was stingy, a shrew, imperious... If you burn yourself, perhaps you will have a little glory; if you marry me, you will certainly have a lot of happiness, and one is well worth the other.

Everything you tell me does not touch me at all. I have said that I would burn myself, and I will burn myself. The Grand College is notified. The whole city is in the square, my mind is made up, it is up to you to make up yours.

If reason has no rights over you,
Let pity at least touch your soul.

No, leave me, no, nothing, my dear wife,
Will make me renounce your laws.

If your heart were sensitive,
If you loved her in good faith;
You would not be inflexible,
And you would have pity on me.

No, no, my heart is too
sensitive,
I loved her in too good faith.

But your heart is insensi-
ble,
You have no pity on me.