Tom Jones: Lyric Comedy in Three Acts

That is very easy for you to say: but these perpetual contradictions occupy me, annoy me, prevent me from thinking as I would like of the interests of this house, of which your father, who has no common sense, leaves all the trouble to me.

My Aunt... He is my father.

Yes, and that is his only merit; for in his conduct, he is truly the most extraordinary gentleman... Every day running through the woods, talking to you in the evenings only of his horses, of his valets... Ah! how much better it would be to follow his affairs, to watch... over you... yes, over you yourself, Miss Western, with whom I am very displeased!

What do you reproach me for?

Ah! now... we are alone. I raised you. I love you. For two months that Monsieur Alworthy, his protégé Jones, & Blifil his nephew have been lodging in this chateau, you have been sad, dreamy, you flee company.

I swear to you...

You are in love, Sophie.

Do not believe it.

A R I E T T A.

Ah: I quite like this cleverness:
You intend to impose upon me,
Me, my niece!
In truth, it is pushing it too far.
From the most severe minister,
From the most skillful secretary