Tom Jones: Lyric Comedy in Three Acts

...a short stop, and thanks to your care the canteen was poorly supplied.

It is not yet noon.

What does that matter to me? Order them to hurry. To the Huntsmen. And you, children, no resting. The true hunter must be even more alert than the beast he pursues. Tomorrow, at the break of day....

Oh! tomorrow: you will have, after dinner, all the time to give your orders. Aloud. Honora, follow my niece to her apartment. I flatter myself that Monsieur Jones will be willing to allow me to be alone for a moment with my brother.

Madame.

It is a tyranny; I do not know what she wants with me: one must satisfy the women. To Jones. Go and give the Master's look; see if our young pack has returned in good condition: go, my comrade; I will not be long in coming to join you.

SCENE IV.

Now, what do you want to tell me? I would have more need of rest than of reason; let us not walk by strides, let us hurry.

I want to tell you, brother, that you foresee nothing, that you know nothing.