One Never Thinks of Everything,

LISE.

Only walks beside his right?

DORVAL.

Yes, Madam: Oriental style made for us. I preluded.

Aladdin,

Son of Noraddin,

One day entered his Garden,

To Marg. Harfeïnam robek milon femur,

To Lise. In returning pass along the wall,

To Marg. Harfeïnam robek milon femur.

Oh my so sweet turtledove,

Answer, answer to the voice that calls you;

Without you, I know only how to moan;

Without you, I have only to die.

Whether the Sun rises,

Whether it finishes its course,

My heart has neither peace, nor respite;

Alas! alas! it complains always.

Aladdin,

Son of Noraddin,

Was eating Apples without seeds.

MARGARITA.

Ah! There is the bell ringing; I hope it is not the last stroke. Farewell, good man, farewell. He is an honest man, although old.

LISE.

Farewell! Farewell!

MARGARITA.

Go quickly now then.