GR.-RE. (_To Eraste_). Do not let her have the last word.
MAR. (_To Lucile_). Hold out bravely to the end.
LUC. Well, there are the rest.
ERAS. Thank Heaven, that is all! May I be struck dead if I do not keep
my word!
LUC. May it confound me if mine be vain.
ERAS. Farewell, then.
LUC. Farewell, then.
MAR. (_To Lucile_). Nothing could be better.
GR.-RE. (_To Eraste_). You triumph.
MAR. (_To Lucile_). Come, let us leave him.
GR.-RE. (_To Eraste_). You had best retire after this courageous
effort.
MAR. (_To Lucile_). What are you waiting for?
GR.-RE. (_To Eraste_). What more do you want?
ERAS. Ah, Lucile, Lucile! you will be sorry to lose a heart like mine,
and I know it.
LUC. Eraste, Eraste, I may easily find a heart like yours.
ERAS. No, no, search everywhere; you will never find one so passionately
fond of you, I assure you. I do not say this to move you to pity; I
should be in the wrong now to wish it; the most respectful passion could
not bind you. You wanted to break with me; I must think of you no more.
But whatever any one may pretend, nobody will ever love you so tenderly
as I have done.
LUC. When a woman is really beloved she is treated differently, and is
not condemned so rashly.
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