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SCENE V.
Rodulpho and Amelia.Rod.
Oh Princess! why this solemn Face of Mourning?
Provoke not Providence by your Distrust;
'Tis time enough to grieve when there's Occasion.
Amel.
I feel a secret Boding in my Soul,
A thousand dismal Apprehensions
By turns torment, and rob me of my Rest.
A thousand dismal Apprehensions
By turns torment, and rob me of my Rest.
Distracting Fears,
Tormenting Cares,
Perplex my doubtful Mind;
Till his Return,
For whom I mourn,
No Pleasure can I find.
Tormenting Cares,
Perplex my doubtful Mind;
Till his Return,
For whom I mourn,
No Pleasure can I find.
Rod.
[to Amel.]
Stop this Effusion of your Tears, my Princess!
Your Hope for Casimir's good Success
Should over-weigh the Balance of your Grief.
Enter Augusta, behind.
Aug.
So close! so kind!
'Tis proper to observe them.
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Rodulpho! Well I know your hearty Wishes,
But still the Immenseness of my Passion
Extends to a far greater Pitch,
Than you can think, or I express.
Aug.
So very fond! confound her, O ye Gods!
Rodulpho
to Amelia.
Oh let not Fears,
Or anxious Cares,
The fair Amelia discontent;
For soon we may
Expect the Day,
Which shall our mutual Joy cement.
[Exeunt Rod. to Amel.
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