The Harvesters

But when a relative is plunged into indigence,
It is a creditor that brings shame.
Besides, you know well that a lawsuit
Has disunited their fathers for their entire lives.

Must one distinguish brothers for vile interests,
Rather than for their love!

Hatreds are hereditary.

But on your side is there not a means
To procure more ease for yourself?
There remain some funds,

A dower is an asset
That I could claim, I think;
But those to whom it is owed would be frustrated then,
I would take from their existence.
It is in vain that the law would justify my errors:
Could I feed myself on their own substance?
My rights would harm theirs... ah! I yield them all;
And the happiness of satisfying
The memory of a husband,
Is worth much more than my dower.

S C E N E III.

Come, come, courage;
To work, to work.

To work, to work.