Lucile (1770) - Page 11 - Source Library

T I M A N T E.

I will bring joy to it; and I wish to spread it there.
Come, to begin acting freely,

Let us have breakfast quite freely

Beside her dressing table. (He rings.)

Some tea, some Rota wine.

Let us mock etiquette,

And the fool who invented it.

(They sit around a table where breakfast is served.)

T O G E T H E R.

Where can one be better

Than in the bosom of one's Family?

Everything is content, the heart, the eyes.

Let us live, let us love }
} Like our good ancestors.
Live, love }

D O R V A L the Elder, to his son.

You whom I love,

T I M A N T E, to Lucile.

You who are dear to me,

D O R V A L the Elder.

My child,

T I M A N T E.

My daughter,

B O T H O F T H E M.

Believe me,

No, happiness is not a foreign thing: