The Indian Woman (L'Indienne)

not being able to assume you have love for your wife, it was necessary to accuse you of ridiculous pride.

It is truly worth the trouble of burning oneself for these people.

Some admired your courage...

They admired! ... That is the great point. I will confess it to you, Mendès; it is sweet to think that one will live on in the future.

Do not count on it; the first striking action will make them forget yours, if it is not already forgotten; and besides, what is a chimerical illusory/imaginary honor compared to a single moment of life? Look, I have traveled, I have seen glory everywhere like shooting stars, which leave behind them nothing but a momentary smoke.

Even if that were true, what do you want me to do about it? Everyone is waiting for me, it is no longer time to turn back.

Ah! my dear master, there is always time to be wise. Do not die, I beg you, you will start a trend.

It is too late, my child; I would be the laughingstock of the City, and my decision is made.

Ah! why did you buy me? ...... Yes, I swear it by the star Sirius. I will die for you with pleasure..... (With feeling.) If there were a pleasure that could compensate for life.

I am grateful to you for these sentiments....

Ah! what account can you take of the words of a