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LUCILE.
The illusion would be very sweet!
DORVAL.
And very cruel!
LUCILE.
Reassure yourself.
DORVAL.
The excess of my happiness,
Its sweetness, its tranquility,
Seems so unnatural to me,
That upon waking, I doubted it.
A I R ,
What an awakening! What an enchantment!
Around me, in this moment,
The happy charm of feeling
Spreads a pure voluptuousness,
And, like you, everything is charming.
Flowers that adorn the greenery
We are about to be crowned with.
This brilliant day is the portrait
Of the days destined for us.
Everything is embellished in nature,
In the eyes of fortunate Lovers.
What an awakening, etc.
LUCILE, resting her arm carelessly on
the back of her chair, & looking at Dorval.
Dorval?
DORVAL, taking Lucile’s hand &
kissing it.
Oh! My dear Lucile!
How docile Heaven is to our wishes!
Is there a more perfect happiness
Than mine?
LUCILE.
Say, than ours.
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