Triss. And day and night to work you harm.
When to the baths sometime you've brought her
No more ado, with your own arm
Whelm her and drown her in the water.
Phil. Ah! It is quite overpowering.
Bél. I faint.
Arm. I die from pleasure.
Phil. A thousand sweet thrills seize one.
Arm. When to the baths sometime you've brought her,
Bél. No more ado, with your own arm
Phil. Whelm her and drown her in the water. With your own arm, drown her there in the baths.
Arm. In your verses we meet at each step with charming beauty.
Bél. One promenades through them with rapture.