Philip Dwight Jones - The Middle-Cla** Gentleman (Act 3 Scene 15) lyrics

SCENE XV (Dorimène, Dorante, Lackey) LACKEY: Monsieur says that he'll be here very soon. DORANTE: That's fine. DORIMÈNE: I don't know, Dorante; I feel strange allowing you to bring me to this house where I know no one. DORANTE: Then where would you like, Madame, for me to express my love with an entertainment, since you will allow neither your house nor mine for fear of scandal? DORIMÈNE: But you don't mention that every day I am gradually preparing myself to receive too great proofs of your pa**ion? As good a defense as I have put up, you wear down my resistance, and you have a polite persistence which makes me come gently to whatever you like. The frequent visits began, declarations followed, after them came serenades and amusements in their train, and presents followed them. I withstood all that, but you don't give up at all and step by step you are overcoming my resolve. As for me, I can no longer answer for anything, and I believe that in the end you will bring me to marriage, which I have so far avoided. DORANTE: My faith! Madame, you should already have come to it. You are a widow, and you answer only to yourself. I am my own master and I love you more than my life. Why shouldn't you be all my happiness from today onward? DORIMÈNE: Goodness! Dorante, for two people to live happily together both of them need particular qualities; and two of the most reasonable persons in the world often have trouble making a union satisfactory to them both. DORANTE: You're fooling yourself, Madame, to imagine so many difficulties, and the experience you had with one marriage doesn't determine anything for others. DORIMÈNE: Finally I always come back to this. The expenses that I see you go to for me disturb me for two reasons: one is that they get me more involved than I would like; and the other is that I am sure -- meaning no offense -- that you cannot do this without financially inconveniencing yourself, and I certainly don't want that. DORANTE: Ah! Madame, they are trifles, and it isn't by that . . . DORIMÈNE: I know what I'm talking about; and among other gifts, the diamond you forced me to take is worth ... DORANTE: Oh! Madame, mercy, don't put any value on a thing that my love finds unworthy of you, and allow ... Here's the master of the house.