The Forfeiture
The Forfeiture
Translated by Frank Morlock.
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tating itself with several passions at the same time, in her
burning and turbulent vivacity. Here's what was told me by this aunt.
"I rave from time to time but I have some sentiments. I love love but
I hate lovers. Abhor them, too. I intend it, I order it. Without cease
I promise but I never give, I hate my nephew a lot but I love you a
great deal." From this balderdash I still conclude that she will do
more for you than her sister.-- My father's coming.
VALERE: I am going to learn my fate.
ISABELLE: I tremble. Oh, I see him overwhelmed with chagrin.
VALERE: His approach seizes me. My misfortune is certain.
(Enter Geronte)
GERONTE: You perceive by observing my sadness that I have received only a refusal. My goodness, my fondness spoke loudly for you on this occasion. Take your leave daughter.
ISABELLE: Must we part?
GERONTE: Yes, daughter.
VALERE: What can I think?
ISABELLE: Oh. What blow to Valere.
GERONTE: Your aunts have made this separation imperative.
VALERE: What, charm
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