Lucile (1770) - Page 14 - Source Library

SCENE V.

The same, BLAISE.

TIMANTE.

Come, Blaise,
Like us you will be very glad.

LUCILE, running into his arms.

My second father!

BLAISE, aside.

Alas! I come in sorrow;
And I bring misfortune here.

LUCILE.

I was asking for you.

BLAISE.

I, my daughter.

LUCILE.

Dorval, embrace Blaise. He is family.

BLAISE.

Ah! I feel my tears flowing.

DORVAL, the Elder, looking at Lucile.

Such good nature! A beautiful soul!

LUCILE.

You see, he is sad; he has lost his wife:
It is our duty to console him.

BLAISE.

My daughter, may I speak to you without witnesses?

LUCILE.

Yes, as much as you like.

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