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

Ah, great Gods, what goodness of soul!
You do not guess, my wife,
The services that you render me.
You give me, on this day, the greatest pleasures.
I am going to have supper with the one I adore.
The one he adores; do you hear that?
Ah! I hear, I hear well.
Fortunately, she is unaware
That love has subjected me to the power of her blows.
He loves...
Shall I put in two bullets?
Yes.
What then? What is it that he is putting in?
It is that he is loading his pistol.
His pistol!
She has no equal
In France; & my love is, like her, perfect.
More than majestic Juno Roman goddess, wife of Jupiter,
That is your wife.
No.