And as you did not trust your secret to me,
Neither shall I entrust to you mine.
I am strangely light and like a thing that can no longer be held.
(He kisses him on the cheek.
Good-bye!
And now put me back on my bed.
(Meanwhile the first faint signs of dawn appear.
Tête-d'or: The day!
Cébès: The chilly violet of dawn
Glances across the distant plains, tinting each track and rut with its glamor!