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

Ah! what pleasure to be at the table,
Between Bacchus & Love,
Beside an amiable woman
Who promises a tender return!
Ah! what a meal! what a delectable meal.
Is prepared for us on such a beautiful day!
No, it is I;
A glance has promised me her faith:
No, it is I myself.
Ah! if you had seen the ravishing glance,
The caressing smile,
The ravishing glance
That she cast while leaving me.
No, it is I myself.
But, but what is it that I hear?
It is I whom she loves;
No, it is I:
No, it is I.
Ah! if you saw the languishing look,
The slipping glance
That I received from her while leaving.
It is I whom she loves.
But what is it that I hear?
Could it be... yes, yes,
Her husband!
Your husband, where then?
Here?
It is my husband;
Quick, hide yourselves here:
It is my husband;
Here, here,
Who? Her husband?
Heavens, her husband!
Where then? Where then?
Here, here?