The Sonorous Island (1771) - Page 23

That disturbs her weak brain.
I saw it, it is our music.

P I A N O A N D V I V A T C H E'.

It is our music.

SCENE VII.

P R E S T O, P I A N O, V I V A T C H E',

A N S L A V E.

T H E S L A V E.

Célénie, ah! my Lord. I had, in a celebration,
Performed a storm,
Which has just turned her head.
I saw from then on her illness declaring itself,
And her reason and her eyes wandering.
But it is she. Nothing stops her.

SCENE VIII.

C É L É N I E, V I V A T C H E', P I A N O, P R E S T O,

A N S L A V E.

T H E S L A V E.

How well her distraction is painted in her eyes!
But, my Lord, fear nothing from it,
Fear nothing from it, her madness
Is gentle, lively and pretty.

C É L É N I E.

ARIA.

It is he himself, it is he, it is the great Timburbeck,
Let us kiss the dust of his feet;
At his aspect,
I see the entire earth