The Indian Woman (L'Indienne)

Very well, but let us finish...

Ministers of Brahma, clothe your magnificent Lord in his ceremonial garments. Let us go and circle the funeral pyre, & with twelve very complete feasts, we shall celebrate your happy destiny.

A decorative divider featuring a double line with ornate scrollwork flourishes at both ends.

SCENE IX.

CALEB, THE HIGH PRIEST,

AZORA, MENDÈS.

(The Priests & the Slaves exit to the same march, the repeats of which are not played. Caleb & the High Priest are the last; & when they are ready to exit, Mendès arrives, followed by Azora, dressed in white mourning clothes. He stops Caleb.)

Lord, you see at your feet a repentant Azora; deign to listen to her.

Azora!

Lord, order that we be alone: delay your triumph for a moment, perhaps you will find me worthy of sharing it.

On such a solemn day, I can hardly refuse her; one must not prevent her from doing a good deed. Come back and get me in a moment.

I give you twelve minutes; above all, beware of traps.

Ah! do I not have the memory of my dear wife to protect me from them.