Triss.
| Your prudence sure is fast asleep, That thus luxuriously you keep And lodge magnificently so Your very hardest-hearted foe. |
Arm. Prudence fast asleep.
Bél. To lodge one’s foe.
Phil. Luxuriously and magnificently.
Triss.
| Drive forth that foe, whate’er men say, From out your chamber, decked so gay, Where, ingrate vile, with murderous knife, Bold she assails your lovely life. |
Bél. Ah! gently. Allow me to breathe, I beseech you.
Arm. Give us time to admire, I beg.