Your caftan were too long,
Your girdle too wide, and your stockings too tight——
Peer.
Eh bien![[93]]
[Kneels down.
But vouchsafe me a vehement sorrow;—
To a heart full of love, it is sweet to suffer!
Listen; as soon as we’re home at my castle——
Anitra.
In your Paradise;—have we far to ride?