The Indian Woman (L'Indienne)

SONG.

It is to pleasure that we owe life,
It is for it that we must cherish it;
And to pass it by without enjoying it,
Is ingratitude and folly.
Let us therefore follow the voice of pleasure,
And live before we die.

(She takes Caleb by the hand, makes him dance, and they both sing this same refrain.)

(During this verse, the Troop of Priests arrives slowly, and positions itself at the back of the Stage in silence. The High Priest is at the end, and he has time to arrive at the front of the stage before he has been noticed.)

A decorative woodcut divider features symmetrical scrollwork and floral flourishes.

SCENE XI. & last.

What do I see?

O Heaven! Where can I hide?

Do not lose your composure and let me speak.

(She resumes the refrain of the song, forcing now Caleb, now the High Priest to dance.)

By the twelve transmigrations of Vistnou Vishnu, I think