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, etc., asleep in the skies, alone is awake.

Let us sleep;

Let our sleep never end,

As the only happiness after all

In Olympia is to sleep.

Ron, ron.

. Ron! ron! ron! ron!

Has played truant.

I just came this morn

From a voyage to Cythera.

A profound mystery

Covers my return.

They all sleep,

Let us sleep also. (Falls asleep.)

Has played truant.

I just came this morn

From a voyage to Cythera.

A profound mystery

Covers my return.

They all sleep,

Let us sleep also. (Falls asleep.)

That awakes us during the night?

It is Diana, my darling daughter,

Who blows the horn of joy.

Hallo! let every one awake!

( awake yawning, the clouds disappear—Olympia.)

Above all, no yawning;

With joy and gaiety

Salute the goddess.

Let us obey the constitution.

Hail to Diana the huntress.

. Why so sad?

. Nothing can equal my torments.