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Lyrify.me

Scene 7 by Pierre Carlet de Chamblain de Marivaux Lyrics

Genre: misc | Year: 1744

7

EGLÉ, AZOR

EGLÉ (Trying to open the box.): Here, I won't know how to open it; you try Azor -- there's where she said you had to press it.

AZOR (Opens it and looks at himself.): Right, it's just me, I think, it's my face -- a puddle over there showed it me.

EGLÉ: Ha! ha! Let me see! Eh! Oh no it's not, Man, it's me, it's more me than ever, it really is your Eglé, the real one, here, look.

AZOR: Oh yes, it's you, wait, it's both of us, it's half one and half the other; I'd like it better if it was just you on your own, because me being there too stops me seeing all of you.

EGLÉ: Ah! I like seeing a bit of you in it as well, you're not spoiling anything -- get in a bit closer -- hold on to it.

AZOR: Our faces are going to touch, look now they are touching -- that's lucky for mine! that's... rapture!

EGLÉ: I can really feel you, and I really like that.

AZOR: If our mouths got closer...

(He takes a kiss off her.)
EGLÉ (As she turns back.): Oh! you're messing us up, look, now I can't see anything but me, isn't a mirror a clever invention.

AZOR (Taking the mirror off .): Ah! a picture's a good thing too. (He kisses it.)

EGLÉ: Carise and Mesrou are good people though.

AZOR: They just want what's best for us; I was going to talk to you about them and that advice they gave us.

EGLÉ: It's about those separations, isn't it? I was wondering about them too.

AZOR: Yes, Eglé, what they said would happen has made me a bit worried. I'm not worried about my end of things, but don't you go and get bored with me, not even a bit, I'd be desperate.

EGLÉ: It's you you should worry about; don't you ever get tired of adoring me -- I mean, I know how pretty I am, but your being worried has got me worried too.

AZOR: Oh! you're wonderful, you're not the one who's got anything to be afraid of ... what are you thinking?

EGLÉ: Alright, alright, all things considered, I've made up my mind: let's make ourselves unhappy; let's separate for two hours; I like your love and your adoring me more than your being here, though that's lovely too.

AZOR: Separate? Who? Us?

EGLÉ: Oh! if you don't just do it, in a minute I shan't want to.

AZOR: I can't! I haven't got the nerve.

EGLÉ: That's a shame because mine's fading fast.
AZOR (Crying.): Goodbye, Eglé, since we've got to.

EGLÉ: Are you crying? Oh well, stay -- so long as there's no danger --

AZOR: But if there is!

EGLÉ: Go on then.

AZOR: I'm going.