Triss. Your lovely life!
Arm. and Bél. Ah!
Triss.
| What! reckless of your ladyhood, Still fiercely seeks to shed your blood— |
Phil., Arm. and Bél. Ah!
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.