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Philidor, François-André, 1726-1795; Sedaine, Michel-Jean · 1775

A bit free in his gestures, he takes liberties, he acts bold;
And your President was kissing my sleeve knots
Respectfully, and thought himself happy.
Gaiety, despite myself, took hold of my eyes.
This shared love seemed so laughable to me,
That watching them, it was impossible for me
To adopt a severe air toward their eagerness;
But this amusement had to come to an end.
I turned my head, and lowering my gaze,
A smile for one... for the other, a languid look;
And I said: Yes, gentlemen, your flame is so beautiful
That one cannot resist its charming confession:
And if you assure me of perfect devotion,
To observe the greatest wisdom with me,
I will give you supper here tomorrow evening;
I will hear your reasons. Know that my husband
Leaves tomorrow; for two days the fickle man leaves me.
Ah! Madame, ah! Madame! yes, yes, leave quickly.
Go out very quietly, I fear that jealous people,
Through malicious reports, might frighten my spouse.
Tomorrow, I await you, you will come at dusk.
They left, delighted with their good fortune,
And it is this evening here that they are coming; in my turn,
I want to know from you what you want me to do
With their love.
Has one ever heard of such a procedure?
The unfaithful one!
If you permit it, Madame, I will come
To ask him here the reason for his visit,
And tell him...