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SCENE IV.
Siffredi. Osmond. Sigismunda. Laura.Siffredi.
My Daughter,
Behold my noble Friend who courts thy Hand,
And whom to call my Son I shall be proud;
Nor shall I less be pleas'd, in his Alliance,
To see Thee happy.
Osmond.
Think not, I presume,
Madam, on this your Father's kind Consent
To make me blest. I love you from a Heart,
That seeks your Good superior to my own;
And will, by every Art of tender Friendship,
Consult your dearest Welfare. May I hope,
Yours does not disavow your Father's Choice?
Sigismunda.
I am a Daughter, Sir—and have no Power
O'er my own Heart—I die—Support me, Laura.
[Faints.
Siffredi.
Help!—Bear Her off—She breathes—my Daughter!—
Sigismunda.
Oh!—
Forgive my Weakness—Soft—my Laura, lead me—
To my Apartment.
Siffredi.
Pardon me, my Lord,
If by this sudden Accident alarm'd,
I leave you for a Moment.
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