Pavane

It's Lindor, it's Tircis and it's all our victors!
It's Myrtille, it's Lydé! The queens of our hearts!
How provocative they are! How proud they always are!
How they dare to reign over our fates and our days!

Pay attention! Observe the measure!

Oh the mortal insult! The cadence is less slow!
And the fall more certain! We will soon bring down their chatter!
We will soon be their lackeys!
How ugly they are! Dear faces!
How foolish they are! (Coquettish airs!)

And it's always the same, and it's always like this!
We adore each other! We hate each other! We curse our loves!
Farewell Myrtille, Eglé, Chloé, mocking demons!
Farewell then and good days to the tyrants of our hearts!
And good days!