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SCENE I.
SCENE Osmyn's Pavilion.Casimir, chain'd at the Entry.
Enter Rodulpho in a Turkish Habit, with Amelia, likewise disguised.
Rodulpho.
Thus far, dread Princess!
I have with due Fidelity attended,
Nor is there any Danger in this World,
Thro' which I would not venture for your sake,
Yet still deliberate once more with Caution
The Perils of this Undertaking.
Amel.
No more Objections:
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Or join with me, or leave me to my self.
Rod.
'Twas not on my Account, but yours,
That I was first induc'd to offer
The well-intended, ill-receiv'd Advice.
Amel.
Rodulpho! Well you know my sad Misfortunes,
I'm just distracted with a deep Despair;
Can you not then excuse the harsh Expression?
Rod.
Behold yon Wretch that's grov'ling on the Ground.
Amel.
By all my Hopes of Happiness, my Husband!
[Amelia running towards Casimir, Rodulpho withholding her.
Rod.
For Heaven's sake, be not precipitate,
This is no Season for Discovery.
Amel.
O Rodulpho! how can I behold him!
And be prohibited from speaking to him.
Rod.
Observe you not a Party near approaching?
We're ruin'd if suspected.
We're ruin'd if suspected.
So the gentle Turtle-Dove
Bemoans her hapless Captive Love,
When in the Fowler's Snare:
She strives to free him, but in vain,
And hovers round, and round again,
Then drops, kill'd by Despair.
Bemoans her hapless Captive Love,
When in the Fowler's Snare:
She strives to free him, but in vain,
And hovers round, and round again,
Then drops, kill'd by Despair.
[Exeunt.
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