My lords, you are highly placed. It is well. We must believe that God has his reasons that it should be so. You have power, opulence, pleasure, the sun ever shining in your zenith, authority unbounded, enjoyment without a sting, and a total forgetfulness of others. So be it. But there is something below you — above you, it may be. My lords, I bring you news — news of the existence of mankind.

[Mylords, vous êtes en haut. C’est bien. Il faut croire que Dieu a ses raisons pour cela. Vous avez le pouvoir, l’opulence, la joie, le soleil immobile à votre zénith, l’autorité sans borne, la jouissance sans partage, l’immense oubli des autres. Soit. Mais il y a au-dessous de vous quelque chose. Au-dessus peut-être. Mylords, je viens vous apprendre une nouvelle. Le genre humain existe.]

Victor Hugo (1802–1885) French writer, journalist, human rights activist, politician

The Man Who Laughs [L’Homme qui rit; The Laughing Man; By Order of the King], Part 2, Book 8, ch. 7 (2.8.7) (1869) [tr. Steele (Auth.) (1871)]
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Gwynpaine addressing the House of Lords.

(Source (French)). Other translations:

My lords, you are highly placed. It is well. We must believe that God has his reasons that it should be so. You have power, opulence, pleasure, the sun ever shining in your zenith, authority unbounded, enjoyment without a sting, and a total forgetfulness of others. So be it. But there is something below you -- above you, may be. My lords, I bring you news, -- news of the existence of mankind.
[tr. Steele (1869)]

My lords, you are on high. 'Tis well. We must believe that God hath his reasons for this. You have power, opulence, joy, the sun motionless in your zenith, authority without limit, enjoyment undivided, immense forgetfulness of others. But there is something below you; above, perhaps. My lords, I am come to tell you some news. The human race exists.
[tr. Hapgood (1888)]

My Lords, you are loftily placed. It is well. We must believe that God has his reasons for this. You have power, opulence, joy, the sun always motionless at your zenith, unbounded authority, undivided enjoyment, an immense oblivion of all others. So be it. But there is something beneath you. Above you, too, perhaps. My Lords, I come to tell you news. The human race exists.
[tr. Phillips (1894)]

Mylords, you are upstairs. That is good. You must believe that God has his reasons for this. You have power, opulence, joy, the sun standing still at your zenith, unbounded authority, undivided enjoyment, immense forgetfulness of others. So be it. But there is somthing below you. Above perhaps. Mylords, I have come to tell you some news. The human race exists.
[tr. Lavelle (2003)]