THE MASTER: How cold and windy in this town
We honest burghers don't explain!
Justine go hence and give my gown!
(aside) She's rather beautiful than plain.
You pretty child now want my jewels
Because you're only eighteen old...
If I seem strong with you and cruel
You can be sure of my support!
JUSTINE: My lord I'm afraid
Of your ecstasy
I prefer now be dead
For you cannot me see!
THE MASTER: Justine my darling understand me
When I was young I had a wish
It was a dream - be only twenty
No need of money and the dish.
I was a scientist and magus
And all I thrusted once came true...
Trust me: my face became too languid
So noble-like with wise subdued!
JUSTINE: I know monseigneur
And I want it, too -
Don't linger and learn me
Being a devil like you!
Justine and her Master
© Copyright: Сесиль Монблазе, 2010
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