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I had promised, my Lord,
To use craft
To touch your heart.
Since my eyes have not been able to calm your sorrow,
Love and tenderness
Reserve this honor
For my mistress.
You are going to see her appear: you will find whom to speak with; here she is, I leave you.
Upon my word, my Lord, I think she is right, here is a face that is worth, at the very least, the one the Corsair stole from you.
Scoundrel, it is hardly for you to make such comparisons.
Well now! Lord Ali, a Lady anticipates you, and you receive her so poorly: this gives me a very bad idea of your politeness. Neither love nor fidelity exempts a gallant man from the regards he owes to the sex.
Alas! Madame, forgive me. You will be satisfied if you require from me only civility.
I seek to make for you
The sweetest fate:
But wishing to please you,
Let it be said between us,