The Avenged Women or The Feigned Infidelities

For my part, I want to create a scene,
That makes him blush at his own indignity.

As for me, I want to publish his infidelity.

No, nothing of the sort; if you want to take my advice,
Let us do nothing that could offend our reputation.
Here, in a city hungry for gossip,
Let us not provide material for indiscreet remarks:
A woman’s honor is a delicate point,
And perhaps the blame would fall on me.
Listen.

Speak.

Yes, speak.

I have told everything
To my husband.

To him!

What temerity!

What! do you not fear that it might result in a conflict between them?

Nothing. A painter, Madame, a profound artist
Sees everything he ought to see; and, barely a lawyer original: "Jurisconsulte",
He scorns the form and sees only the substance.
We laugh among ourselves at these frivolous remarks;
But time is pressing, let us shorten the conversation.
They will come, I will be there; my husband will arrive,
I will make them hide in that cabinet there.
I will go to get you at your homes. Then all four at the table
In this place we will have a delightful meal;
That is not all, and alone in turn,
With my tender husband you will speak of love;