The Indian Woman (L'Indienne)

Slave, after having resisted those of the prettiest woman in Agra.

Of whom then? Of Azora?

Without a doubt.

She is pretty?

Charming; how, is it that you have not seen her?

No, I made her lower her veil..... I was unaware that she was so pretty.

I have seen her, myself, she did not hide at all; the most beautiful eyes, the most beautiful complexion....... the air noble & cheerful nonetheless.... & some liveliness.

A little too much, perhaps.

Good, she would have dispelled that somber air that the deceased inspired in you.

Indeed, I was very close with her husband, & I heard her spoken of as a beauty; but..... so you believe that I would be better off not making the sacrifice?

If I believe it! ... What interest would move me? ... Do I have that of your successors, who only put that into your head so they could seize your dignity.

That may be true... Well! go then.... go.... (One hears the Drum; Caleb continues with firmness.) go get my ceremonial clothes; I hear the march approaching.

Cursed setback, what is Azora doing then? With one word she would have determined him.