THAIS. Come, my lovers! Come, all my evil lovers! Hasten, my lovers! Your Thais calls you!
LOVERS. That is the voice of Thais. She calls us. Let us make haste. Let us make haste, for by delay we may offend her.
THAIS. Come, lovers! Run! Hasten! What makes you so slow? Never has Thais been more impatient for your coming. Come nearer. I have something to tell you all.
LOVERS. Oh, Thais, what is the meaning of this pile of faggots? Why are you throwing all those beautiful and precious treasures on the pile?
THAIS. You cannot guess? You do not know why I have built this fire?
LOVERS. We are amazed. We wonder greatly what is the meaning of it and of your strange looks.
THAIS. You would like me to tell you, evil lovers?
LOVERS. We long to hear.
THAIS. Look, then!
LOVERS. Stop, Thais! What are you doing? Are you mad?