PHŒBUS.
Pleasure awaits us;
Exhaust without remorse
The better part of life,
Love's precious intercourse!
What matter if one dies,
When joy has passed away,
I'd give a century for an hour,
Eternity for a day.
[The curfew rings; the friends of Phœbus arise from the table, replace their swords, their caps, their cloaks, and prepare to depart.
CHORUS.
Phœbus, the hour is come;
It is the curfew-bell:
Hurry to your beloved;
God's blessing on you dwell!
PHŒBUS.
At last the hour is come;
It is the curfew-bell.
I go to my beloved;
God's blessing on her dwell!
[The friends of Phœbus go out.
SCENE II
Claude Frollo, Phœbus. Claude Frollo stops Phœbus as he is about to go out