One Never Thinks of Everything (1771) - Page 4

To the most tender Lover

Of those whom your ardors inflame,

Of those whose hearts you subdue,

Of those who live under your law,

Who more than I

Should expect it?

Is it possible for me not to love

The object who knows how to inflame me?

Wisdom & beauty,

Wit & kindness

Are found together:

Lise gathers them.

God of Love, etc.

S C E N E II.

MR. TUE, MARGARITA, D O R V A L.

D O R V A L.

Ah! here are our persecutors. What! Lise is not with them? Ah! if some accident... If I were to believe... no...

MR. TUE, MARGARITA, dressed as a chaperone

with a bunch of keys: her apron must have

pockets, in order to put a Book in them.

MR. T U E.

Have you locked her in the room at the back?

M A R G A R I T A.

Yes.