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SCENE II.
Elvira. Cimena.Elvira.
How welcome newes will this be to our lovers?
How fortune has provided, that all things
Should sort to their contentment?
Cimena.
How now Elvira?
What in conclusion must I hope or feare?
What must become of me? what sayes my father?
Elvira.
Onely two words, enough to charme your senses,
You cannot love Roderigo, more than he
Cimena.
Prithee speake truth Elvira,
Th'excesse of this my happinesse does stagger
My faith in it; may I beleeve thy words?
Elvira.
Nay he went farther, he approves his love,
And will command you meet with his desires,
This you will finde 'soone as the Councell rises,
And that Don Diego meeting time, and place
Fit for his purpose, shall propose the businesse;
Feare not but your desires will be contented.
Cimena.
I cannot tell, but yet me thinks my soule
Does not receive this joy; but all confounded
Expects what moment will present to me
A divers face from this my happinesse,
And crosse my present fortune.
Elvira.
You will finde
This feare of yours most happily deceiv'd.
Cimena.
Well, let us goe then, and attend the issue.
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