S C E N E V.

BELINDE & afterwards BLAISE.

Heaven, where am I? Gods, what fears!
Echo alone repeats my plaints.
What must become of me?
I shall die of my distress;
But dying, I will go without ceasing,
Despite even the jealous winds,
On the traces of my husband.
Ah! Fontalbe, Fontalbe, oh you whom I cherish!
To my love, what place hides you from me?
Hear from faithful Bélinde
The sighs and the cries.
Upon a weak suspicion the cruel one abandons me;
For him I dare brave both sea and winds.
Must I search in vain for so long?
I yield to my weakness.
Hardly, alas, can I sustain myself.
Never, never, sweet rest, do you come
To dispel the troubles and fears of my heart.
Echo alone repeats my plaints.
What must become of me?
Peaceful places! light zephyr,
You whom my plaintive voice agitates,
See my pain, make it less vivid,
Or return to me the object of my desire.

BLAISE. (approaching with timidity)
Madam, I have the honor...
BELINDE. (with terror)
What do you want? (reassuring herself) ah! I believe
I have seen you... Is it not you?...
BLAISE.
Yes, Madam, it is Blaise, who made the passage
with you, who had the honor of rendering you small
services, and is fully disposed to serve you again.