You will be sensible, will you not?
You will leave me and go.

You will go to Switzerland, and return to the Montanvert, where you met me for the first time, which I shall always remember, if you, yourself, do not make it painful for me to do so.

You will obey me, Octave, will you not?
Give me this proof of your esteem and friendship.

You know very well that it is impossible for me to grant what you ask; believe me, it is painful to me to be forced to refuse you.

So, say farewell to me; you shall see me again next winter in Paris.