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Have in her soul, after long rigors,
Made an amorous pain succeed.
Oh! What a lucky adventure!
The beauty who burns for you,
Fortunate mortal that you are,
Sees the Sultan at her knees;
It is the most beautiful of conquests.
Let us take advantage of it, my Lord.
Because of a jealousy
She saw you;
Her soul was seized
By a sudden malady;
Tenderly she sighed,
And then she cried out,
Heaven! What do I see there?
Ah! It is he, it is he, there he is.
You are mocking me, my child; even if what you say were true, what would it serve me to be loved by a woman locked in the seraglio?
Oh! This one enjoys great liberty; the Sultan does not hinder her at all. Yesterday, you stopped below her latticed windows; she pointed you out to one of her slaves and ordered him to follow you. At the same time, I was commissioned to rent for you the house that you see, and of which here are the keys. It is there that the Lady will go to see you through a secret door in the gardens of the seraglio.
Believe me, my Prince, do not refuse your good fortune. Enter this house.
I cannot bring myself to do it.
Oh! By the gods, I want to enter it, myself. Give me the keys; I am curious to see what happens there.