Tom Jones: Lyric Comedy in Three Acts

I hope so.

Let us leave that. Learn the happiest news: you know how much I love my daughter, I am marrying her off, unless you oppose it.

Me! And why would you have me oppose your daughter's happiness?

In that case, shake on it. Our affair is concluded; it is to your nephew that I give her. They love each other, her aunt told me so, and I tell you, that you must write to your chateau, have Blifil return, and marry them tomorrow.

That is soon said: but an affair of this nature....

Must be finished in two days. I give my daughter half of my wealth upon marrying her, and the rest after my death; treat your nephew the same, and let us finish.

Are you well assured of finding in their characters that mutual suitability from which the happiness of marriage results? Without speaking of Blifil, your Sophie deserves...

They love each other, I have already told you: I know better than you what she deserves. Do you want to teach me how to love my daughter?

How could Madame Western have known?...

I answer for everything, my Sophie is my daughter, she loves me, she owes it to me. This marriage makes her happy, it fulfills my every desire, and I will not need to order her to obey me. As for your nephew,