Lucile (1770) - Page 4 - Source Library

LUCILE.

At your wedding he will dance.

LUCILE.

I hope at least that he will enjoy
My joy; and I want his heart to share it.

A I R.

How sweet it is to say while loving,

I am sure of pleasing,

Of making

A husband of a lover!

Our desires shall be our laws:

For us, marriage is love itself.

Knots full of attractions, bind what I love

In the bosom of pleasures.

We shall live free from the reach

Of the suspicion that troubles hearts:

Never any feints,

Never any complaints;

Days full of sweetness.

A peaceful God,

Tender & sensitive

Will sow them with flowers.

How sweet it is to say, etc.

SCENE II.

D O R V A L.

Lucile! No, I have never seen you so beautiful.

L U C I L E.

Happiness beautifies.

D O R V A L.

You are going to be mine!
Ah! Is this not a dream? I can barely believe it.