Tom Jones: Lyric Comedy in Three Acts

SCENE VIII.

My father leaves us! He seems very satisfied!

He must be; and you will not be annoyed, in your turn, to learn how much I have succeeded. Mr. Alworthy consents to everything, your father is delighted by it, and this evening, my children, we will unite you together.

Together! ... with? ...

With the one you love; that seems clear to me. Why then this anxiety? We both judge you very worthy of each other. Oh! let us dissimulate no longer, or I shall be angry.

I fear flattering myself too much... Well, Madame, it is true that my heart...

Finish.

I cannot.

ARIETTA.

Ah! my Aunt, I pray you,
Crown so many benefits:
In your bosom I confide,
Both my trouble and my secrets,
Reassure your Sophie;
And in her softened soul
Bring calm and peace.

Yes, I love, I love it is true: but I tremble;