Lucile

And I come to pierce her soul!
Ah! my wife, etc.
She loves a lover who adores her.
One more day, one more hour,
They were going to be united.
Alas! too dear daughter!
For the crime of your mother,
It is you whom I punish.
To leave these fine clothes!
To return to the Village!
To press my milk there!
To tend my sheep there!
The poor child! What pity!
She has so much friendship for me!
And I come to pierce her soul.
Ah, my wife!
What have you done?
Wicked mother!
Such is the effect of misery.
Nothing is done if I remain silent.
My daughter is at ease,
And her heart is at peace...
What are you saying, Blaise?
That I should be silent!
Never, no, no, never.
Nothing is done;
My wife is dead;
Nothing is done...
Well?
What does it matter?
I will do it myself.
Good faith,
That is my law.

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