Ludovic Halévy & Hector Crémieux, Orphée aux Enfers
“ Or. Jupiter, my lord, rid me from my tender Eurydicea, and I will sing for thee forever on my lyre. Madam, I am a slave to public opinion, but I have sworn to kill all your admirers. Eu. All right then. Let us separate. Or. Madam, I am a slave to public opinion, but I have sworn to kill all your admirers— Eu. With your bow? Or. No, madam. I deem it unnecessary to let you know the way I intend to catch the marauder. Suffice it for you to know this: I advise him not to gambol in yonder meadows. Eu. Who will hinder him? Or. Who? Some nic-nacks I have strewn in the corn-fields. ”
