PHŒBUS.
With a beautiful captain, An officer gay, Love hardly succeeds In a living day! It's like lightning which flashes— This eager desire Which the eyes of sweet maidens Kindle to fire!
ESMERALDA (standing before the Captain and admiring him).
My lord Phœbus! Let me see you! Let me admire you a hundred-fold! Oh the beautiful scarf of silk— Oh the fine scarf with fringe of gold!
[Phœbus takes it off and offers it to her.
PHŒBUS.
Does it please you?
ESMERALDA (taking the scarf and putting it on).
Yes, it is beautiful!
PHŒBUS.