The Sonorous Island

Come: and let me hear again
That voice made to charm.
I adore you, you must love me.
Come, I adore you.

Because he adores, one must love him. That is truly the most conceited original: "fat" tyrant....

Also, listen to the answer I made to this horrible suitor. Here is the draft original: "brouillon": I believe you will be happy with it.

ARIETTE.

Great tyrant and petty King.
Composer without harmony,
Rhymer original: "rimailleur" without genius
Plagiarist of symphony,
The dread of any fair ear,

Listen to me,

Petty King,

Listen to me.

To what unjust excess do you wish to abandon yourself,
Barbarian, and by what right do you dare order me
To be in your seraglio your slave?
I do not fear death: I see it, I brave it,
I will know how to bring it upon myself;
Or rather, honor wills that I wash in your blood
An affront whose horror cannot be forgiven:
A firm heart that sees death, and that braves it,
Is sure to give it to its tyrant.
Well then!

Ah, Madam! What have you done? Your ariette short air full of insulting barbs and threats will have driven him to fury, and his love turned to rage.

That is true, I perhaps gave myself over a bit too much to my indignation. But in this extremity, what course of action to take?