The Indian Woman (L'Indienne) (1771) - Page 14

A Z O R A.

Gods! I must then resolve myself!
I must leave forever
Both life and its charms!

C A L E B.

Fear Heaven and its thunder,
It falls in bursts,
When one does not burn oneself.

E N S E M B L E.

C A L E B.

No, no, my heart is too
sensitive,
I loved her in too good faith:
I must always be inflexi-
ble,
And hope for nothing more from me.

A Z O R A.

Ah! your heart is insensi-
ble,
You are not in good faith:
Alas! you are inflexible,
You have no pity on me.

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S C E N E VI.

CALEB, AZORA, MENDÈS.

MENDÈS, who has entered at the end of the Duo, low to Azora.

Well, what have you obtained?

A Z O R A, low to Mendès.

Nothing at all, I am in despair.

M E N D È S, low.

You perhaps went about it the wrong way.

A Z O R A.

Oh! surely, I spoke reason to him, that revolted him. I have only one resource left, quite weak, alas! but it is my last, I am running to prepare for it.

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