Recitative.
Alex. (with rapture). Aline, my only love, my happiness!
The philtre—you have tasted it?
Ali. (with confusion).Yes! Yes!
Alex.Oh, joy, mine, mine for ever and for aye.
[Embraces her.
Ali.Alexis, don’t do that—you must not!
[Dr. Daly interposes between them.
Alex. (amazed.)Why?
Duet.—Aline and Dr. Daly.