Shall I subject myself to reprobation
By leaving her in solitude to pine?
No! come what may, I’ll make her reparation,
So, aged lady, take me!—I am thine!
[Exit Mr. Wells.
Enter Aline.
Ali. This was to have been the happiest day of my life—but I am very far from happy! Alexis insists that I shall taste the philtre—and when I try to persuade him that to do so would be an insult to my pure and lasting love, he tells me that I object because I do not desire that my love for him shall be eternal. Well (sighing and producing a phial), I can at least prove to him that in that he is unjust!
Recitative.
Alexis! Doubt me not, my loved one! See,