Lucile (1770) - Page 24 - Source Library

L U C I L E,

D O R V A L.

Alas, still at this very moment,
These names for us
Were so sweet,

L U C I L E.

Alas, still, still the same,
These names for us
Would be so sweet,
But...

D O R V A L.

What?

L U C I L E.

Dorval, go away.

D O R V A L.

No, you love me no longer.

L U C I L E.

Believe that I love you;
But without hope.
To see you no more,
Is my duty.

D O R V A L.

To see each other no more,
What, without hope,
Ah, what a duty!

JULIE, LUCILE AND DORVAL.

JULIE (Everything heralds a favorable day,
(And everything changes in a moment,
LUCILE (What an ordeal, what torment,
(For my lover's heart.
DORVAL (What an ordeal, what torment,
(For the heart of a tender lover?

(Lucile exits.)

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