The Indian Woman (L'Indienne) (1771) - Page 23

Oh, the beautiful mouth!
The enchanting eyes!
But how fierce she is!
Why these rigors?

A Z O R A.

But all of that must be burned.

C A L E B.

No, no, that would be a great shame.

A Z O R A.

What then to do with those features?

C A L E B.

Keep them for another use.

E N S E M B L E.

C A L E B. A Z O R A.
All of that must be preserved. | No, all of that must be burned.

A Z O R A.

This mouth?

C A L E B.

It is divine.

A Z O R A.

This glance?

C A L E B.

It is mischievous.

A Z O R A.

And this foot?

C A L E B.

How cute it is!

A Z O R A.

And this arm?

C A L E B.

Ah! how round it is!

E N S E M B L E.

C A L E B.                                                    A Z O R A.
Yes, all of that slays me,        | How playful your humor is,
All of that must be preserved.       | But all of that must be burned.

C A L E B.

Oh! That absolutely must be arranged.

A Z O R A.

You see the little I have to lose; and besides, I had only one way; I had the temerity to propose it to you; but I have truly recovered from my madness.