Oh, agony, rage, despair! Oh, agony, rage, despair! The maiden has bright brown Oh, where will this end--oh, hair, where? And mine is as white as snow! I should like very much to know! False man, it will be your fault It will certainly be my fault If I go to my family vault, If she goes to her family vault, And bury my life-long woe! To bury her life-long woe! _Both._ The family vault--the family vault. {your} It will certainly be {my} fault, { I go } {my} If {she goes} to {her} family vault, {my} To bury {her} life-long woe! [_Exit LADY SANGAZURE, in great anguish._ RECITATIVE.--MR. WELLS. Oh, hideous doom--to scatter desolation, And sow the seeds of sorrow far and wide! To foster _mésalliances_ through the nation, And drive high-born old dames to suicide! 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, Thine uttered will is sovereign law to me! All fear--all thought of ill I cast away! It is my darling’s will, and I obey! (_She drinks the philtre._) The fearful deed is done, My love is near! I go to meet my own In trembling fear! If o’er us aught of ill Should cast a shade. It was my darling’s will, And I obeyed! [_As ALINE is going off, she meets DR. DALY, entering pensively. He is playing on a flageolet. Under the influence of the spell she at once becomes strangely fascinated by him, and exhibits every symptom of being hopelessly in love with him._ SONG.--DR. DALY.