Am I not blest? And if I love too wildly,
Who would not love thee like Pauline?
Mel.
Oh, false one!
It is the prince thou lovest, not the man;
If in the stead of luxury, pomp, and power,
I had painted poverty, and toil, and care,
Thou hadst found no honey on my tongue; Pauline,
That is not love.
Pauline.