Lover's Vows by August von Kotzebue
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speak plainly, and this will be the most proper time, while he can
compare the merit of you both. ANHALT. I conjure you not to think of exposing yourself and me to his resentment. AMELIA. It is my father's will that I should marry--It is my father's wish to see me happy--If then you love me as you say, I will marry; and will be happy--but only with you.--I will tell him this.--At first he will start; then grow angry; then be in a passion--In his passion he will call me "undutiful:" but he will soon recollect himself, and resume his usual smiles, saying "Well, well, if he love you, and you love him, in the name of heaven, let it be."--Then I shall hug him round the neck, kiss his hands, run away from him, and fly to you; it will soon be known that I am your bride, the whole village will come to wish me joy, and heaven's blessing will follow. Enter Verdun, the BUTLER. AMELIA [discontented]. Ah! is it you? BUTLER. Without vanity, I have taken the liberty to enter this apartment the moment the good news reached my ears. AMELIA. What news? BUTLER. Pardon an old servant, your father's old butler, gracious lady, who has had the honour to carry the baron in his arms--and afterwards with humble submission to receive many a box o' the ear from you--if he thinks it his duty to make his congratulations with due |
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