CL. Fie, do not call those men true lovers who are never violent in their passion; those lukewarm gallants, whose tranquil hearts already think everything quite sure, have no fear of losing us, and overweeningly suffer their love to slumber day by day, are on good terms with their rivals, and leave a free field for their perseverance. So sedate a love incites my anger; to be without jealousy is to love coldly. I would that a lover, in order to prove his flame, should have his mind shaken by eternal suspicions, and, by sudden outbursts, show clearly the value he sets upon her to whose hand he aspires. Then his restlessness is applauded; and, if he sometimes treats us a little roughly, the pleasure of seeing him, penitent at our feet, to excuse himself for the outbreak of which he has been guilty, his tears, his despair at having been capable of displeasing us, are a charm to soothe all our anger. OR. If much violence is necessary to please you, I know who would satisfy you; I am acquainted with several men in Paris who love well enough to beat their fair ones openly. CL. If to please you, there must never be jealousy, I know several men just suited to you; lovers of such enduring mood that they would see you in the arms of thirty people without being concerned about it. OR. And now you must, by your sentence, declare whose love appears to you preferable. (_Orphise appears at the back of the stage, and sees Éraste between Orante and Climène_). ER. Since I cannot avoid giving judgment, I mean to satisfy you both at once; and, in order, not to blame that which is pleasing in your eyes, the jealous man loves more, but the other loves wisely. CL. The judgment is very judicious; but... ER. It is enough. I have finished. After what I have said permit me to leave you. SCENE V.--ORPHISE, ÉRASTE. ER. (_Seeing Orphise, and going to meet her_). How long you have been, Madam, and how I suffer ... ORPH. Nay, nay, do not leave such a pleasant conversation. You are wrong to blame me for having arrived too late. (_Pointing to Orante and Climène, who have just left_). You had wherewithal to get on without me. ER. Will you be angry with me without reason, and reproach me with what I am made to suffer? Oh, I beseech you, stay ... ORPH. Leave me, I beg, and hasten to rejoin your company. SCENE VI.--ÉRASTE, _alone_. Heaven! must bores of both sexes conspire this day to frustrate my dearest wishes? But let me follow her in spite of her resistance, and make my innocence clear in her eyes. SCENE VII.--DORANTE, ÉRASTE. DOR. Ah, Marquis, continually we find tedious people interrupting the course of our pleasures! You see me enraged on account of a splendid hunt, which a booby ... It is a story I must relate to you. ER. I am looking for some one, and cannot stay.