The Sonorous Island

Cease, cease these vain speeches.

And die loving you always.

No, no, you forget me always.

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SCENE V.

Her fury delights me: let Célénie now
Be cruel to me, and reject my vows,
I taste here at least the infinite sweetness
Of having made her serve to revive the fires
Of the tender Melophanie.

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SCENE VI.

AH! great Gods; learn, my Lord.

What is it then that distresses you?

Célénie! Ah! what misfortune!
Heaven! the excess of her sorrow,
Her horror for the Seraglio,
Her despair, her fury,
Have made her become mad.

No, that is not it at all, it is our new song,
It is our new music,
Too strong, too scientific.