LUC. Farewell, then.
MAR. (To Lucile). Nothing could be better.
GR.-RE. (To Éraste). You triumph.
MAR. (To Lucile). Come, let us leave him.
GR.-RE. (To Éraste). You had best retire after this courageous effort.
MAR. (To Lucile). What are you waiting for?
GR.-RE. (To Éraste). What more do you want?
ERAS. Ah, Lucile, Lucile! you will be sorry to lose a heart like mine, and I know it.
LUC. Éraste, Éraste, 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.