PHŒBUS.
Upon my soul I have a blade Which has, Madame, Great havoc made.
ESMERALDA (to Phœbus).
A beautiful captain, An officer grand, With corselet of steel And an air of command! Often, kind sir, Our hearts they break, And only laugh At the tears they make.
PHŒBUS (aside).
With a beautiful captain, An officer gay, Love hardly succeeds In living a day. All soldiers desire To pluck every rose, Joys without troubles, Love without woes.
PHŒBUS (to Esmeralda).
A radiant spirit
Smiles at me
Through thine eyes.
ESMERALDA.
A beautiful captain, An officer grand, With corselet of steel And an air of command! Long watches the girl He carelessly passed; And the dreams he awakened Forever may last!