Lucile (1770) - Page 19 - Source Library

L U C I L E.

You flatter me.

B L A I S E.

No, I swear to you.

But alas!

L U C I L E.

Finish.

B L A I S E.

My dear daughter!

L U C I L E.

Well?

B L A I S E.

Everything smiles on you, everything pleases you in this magnificent place;
An opulent father, a spouse
Rich, lovable, and worthy of you;
What comparison is there with my rustic roof?

(Vividly)

But, my daughter, believe me, without making anyone jealous,
One can be happy among us,
With peace and innocence;
And fortune and birth
Have no truer goods, nor sweeter pleasures.

L U C I L E.

Alas! How I love to hear you,
With such a simple and tender sentiment,
Boasting of the goods of your obscurity in this way!

B L A I S E.

Value them, my daughter: they are about to be yours.
Your fortune has changed its face:
Your misfortune is to have begun to enjoy it.

L U C I L E.

What are you saying? What disgrace?

B L A I S E.

There is no more time to dazzle you.

L U C I L E.

How?

B L A I S E.

At my home, the child who was put out to nurse,
It is not you,