Madame, take leave, retire straight away, for monsieur has begged a word with fate, where I'll take aim, and he'll fire late, and I will oblige this fervent wish of his to die.
At dawn, let honor be our law, at dawn, you'll find I have no need for words at all, at dawn, on the outskirts of town, at dawn, where two have met, one remains in ground- at dawn.
His glove is thrown, so I'll sheath in him a bullet home, fetch my pistols now, then leave us quite alone, the carriage is ready, monsieur, to take us to the site, where I will release you from the burdens of this life.