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SCENE III.
Godrick and Ariana.Godr.
Come, Ariana, come, you must consent;
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And thus deny a Lover's just Request?
Aria.
Yes I could hear him talk, for ever talk;
Lean on his Bosom and believe his Vows;
So well I know his Worth, his Truth, his Love!
But how can I appoint? and whither go?
We may be interrupted, be surpris'd!
My Father may discover all; and I,
Alas, may be undone.
Godr.
Leave that to me:
I'll take such care to have the Meeting secret,
That no Suspicion or Surprise shall happen.
Here, in the Garden, in that Beachen Shade,
When Night has blotted o'er yon azure Plains,
And thrown our World in sable, there we'll meet;
A Scene and Season for the Lover's Joys.
No Mid-night Miser o'er his shining Mammon,
Shall more enjoy his stoln Delights than you:
The tender Vows of Love shall bless your Ears!
A Lover's Lips shall deal the warmest Kisses!
A Lover's Arms shall fondly clasp thee round!
And Ariana lose her Fears in Bliss.
Aria.
Be witness, thou, how much a Virgin risques,
To gratify the Wish of one she loves!
I'll meet you there, attended by my Maid.
But come I charge thee only with thy Friend,
Nor trust my Rashness to another Tongue.
O, Godrick, how I tremble! sure my Heart,
My beating Heart forebodes this Meeting fatal.
Still let me contradict—
Godr.
'Tis now too late.
I have your Promise, and you must comply:
These little Fears endear the Lover's Bliss,
As they are causeless all.—Remember Night;
Prepare for softer Scenes; 'till then adieu.
Aria.
I do not beg your Stay; for busy Minds
May raise Suspicions from our meeting thus:
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Thou faithful Friend to Love and Ariana.
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