Tom Jones: Lyric Comedy in Three Acts

Follow the pace of friend Jones.
I hear the cries: Volcelets hunting cry indicating the animal is sighted, Volcelets,
Immediately I order
That the pack releases.
Tally-ho, tally-ho, Tally-ho.
My unleashed dogs surround it;
The horns sound:
"Courage, friends, Tally-ho, Tally-ho."
Some dogs, whom ardor disturbs,
Leave the track and take the switch.
Jones reassures them with a cry
Ourvari hunting cry used when dogs have lost the trail, ourvari.
Hark, hark, hark.
Upon returning we see them again.
Hark, to Mirmiraut a specific dog's name, let us run;
All to Griffaut a specific dog's name;
And after: Tally-ho, Tally-ho.
We retake the route:
There is the stag in the water.
The horn sounds,
The Pack releases,
The echo resounds.
We press the new relays:
Volcelets, Volcelets.
The forced animal succumbs.
Makes an effort, rises again, finally falls:
And our hunters all sing in rivalry:
"Friends, let us taste the fruits of victory:
"Friends, Friends, let us celebrate our glory.
"Halali, Fanfare, Halali,
"Halali."

When you have said everything, brother, will one be able to speak to you for a moment about your affairs?

Oh! with all my heart, and as much as you wish: but, tell me first, will dinner be delayed much? We only had time to take...