The Unexpected Encounter

Never, never will the fires of tender love
Be able to illuminate other charms for my eyes.
No, for a new chain,
No, I do not form any unfaithful desires;
Ah! I cannot grant sighs
Except to the dear and worthy object of my cruel pain.

In truth, my Lord, I am edified by the sublimity of your sighs as much as I possibly can be. The tender Coridon a traditional shepherd name in pastoral poetry has never better sung the charms of Amarillis; he has never played the musette a small bagpipe better than you! Go then, Pastor fido Faithful Shepherd, complain to the Echoes of these woods of the rigors of your destiny. Crown yourself with myrtle and cypress, and make all those who have the patience to listen to you die of laughter and boredom: but, but a lover like you belongs to the golden age! Was your Rezia, then, a monster of beauty?

I dare not tell you to what point she was adorable: it would be to tell you an injury.

They are going to throw us out.

That is to say, my Lord, that you cannot love me.

Hey! Madame, you take it badly: do you not see that, at this moment, you are struggling in his soul with his first passion.

Well then, I yield the victory to her. goodbye then, little ingrate, ah, ah, ah, ah!