Lucile

What do I hear?

This exchange that deceived me.
Your mother has revealed her guilty artifice,
She deceived Timante.

Ah, my father!

How cruel I am. Hate me. I consent to it.
But I have said what I had to say.

My father?

Goodbye. I am leaving.

What! You take away my only support!
Ah! Since I have found a father,
Let me weep with him,
Not for my shame, alas! but for that of my mother.
So she has made the confession of this hidden crime!

Alas! Do you think I am inventing it?

Ah, Dorval!... It is over. The veil is torn away.

Forgive the pain, the regrets of a lover.
No, I do not blush for a father who is an honest man;
And the fate that Timante would have given me
Does not make me hate my own;
But Dorval, but the lover I love,
Alas! whom I will always love!

My daughter, I give free rein to your regrets.
But you must do your duty; I entrust it to you.