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Repeat his songs!

Evohe! Bacchus inspires me!

I feel in my heart

His sweet delirium!

Evohe! Bacchus is King!

Evohe! Bacchus inspires, etc.

Said Bacchus: Let the profane mortals

Which fall from my hands.

Evohe! Bacchus inspires me!

I feel in my heart

His sweet delirium!

Evohe! Bacchus is King!

Evohe! Bacchus inspires, etc.

Woman, do you remember those violin strains?

That song which he considers so large, and I too long,

It is the song of the spouse I have

Thou hast spoken it, woman?

It is the spouse that comes to redeem thy soul!

Low and gnashing his teeth.

That soul I loved so well, but love no more.

I know of Jupe the absolute orders!

Thy spouse claims thee—to the earth thou must return.

It is a fine gift presented to the earth!

You are not yet in the power of the tyrant.

(A galley in the distance, Public Opinion steers it, Orpheus is near him and plays on the violin.)