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MELOPHANIE holding the two Arias.
PIANO.
Unfortunate Melophanie,
The Sultan throws the handkerchief
My rival is going to sit
On the throne of harmony.
Unfortunate Melophanie,
V I V A T C H E', M E L O P H A N I E.
V I V A T C H E', aside.
I hear her groaning: let us strike the final blows.
Let us lock within my breast the love I have for her;
Let us confirm her jealous suspicions,
By playing the unfaithful lover:
Let us resurrect a heart that seemed dead to us.
It is finished then, fickle lover,
You are abandoning me forever.
I understand nothing of this language:
Where do these vain speeches tend?
You must understand this language,
These are not vain speeches: