Mariane says
Father, I beg you, in the name of Heaven
That knows my grief, and whate’er can move you,
Relax a little your paternal rights,
And free my love from this obedience!
Oh, do not make me, your harsh command,
Complain to Heaven you ever were my father;
Do not make wretched this poor life you gave me.
If, crossing that fond hope which I had formed,
You’ll not permit me to belong to one
Whom I have dared to love, at least, I beg you
Upon my knees, oh, save me from the torment
Of being possessed one whom I abhor!
And do not drive me to some desperate act
exercising all your rights upon me.