Tom Jones: Lyric Comedy in Three Acts

Yes, Blifil.

What! seriously.... You imagine that my Sophie....

Count on my discernment.

Oh! your discernment.... Moreover, listen then. My faith, I am enchanted by it: I have always liked him, he is a poor hunter, it is true, but otherwise an honest man, the nephew of my friend, his only heir. That boy will be rich. My daughter wishes him well.... Come, that is finished. Hola, someone. Richard enters. Richard, let someone see if friend Alworthy is in the chateau, have him come to speak with me, have him come right away: it is for urgent business, do you hear? If he cannot leave, I will go myself.

It would be more appropriate to wait.

Oh! enough of your advice, do not disturb my joy! I will make my happiness, that of my daughter, that of my friend, that of his nephew: we will all be content, all happy, Alworthy is coming, I want to speak to him alone.

One must consider...

That is enough, that is enough, sister, Mde. Western exits. Yes, it is for the best, that marriage suits my affair perfectly: the land of my friend touches mine; I can marry Sophie without separating myself from her; if I hunt on their side, I will drop in on my son-in-law, and I will embrace my daughter.

A R I E T T E.