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Scæna Sexta.

Enter Arabella sola.
Ar.
All now rejoyce, but I: my former griefs
Still dwell with me, untill the noble, constant,
Generous Marciano doth appear—
—Goodness! 'tis he—O! how my heart begins,
Enter Marciano discoursing quietly with a Courtier.
Exit Court.
Even as a murder'd carcasse, to distill
Gross drams of blood at sight o'th murderer.

Marc. discovers her.
Marc.
—Cold vertue guard me—if I dream not—'tis she.
—Mercifull heavens, can Marciano see
His very soul? yet not in extasie.
—O! Arabella, fairest, ever worthy,
(embraces her.
I offer thus my heart—thus—thus—and thus—
O! art assist me—suddain joy had never
Suddain expression—

Ar.
Sure, my Lord, you cannot
Be more surprised then I am; pray imagine
A heart abstract from cares, and hois'd in high
Raptures of joy; even such you may define,
Mine-thine—thine-mine—the gods could ne'r have been
More gracious then now—
Then, thus, my Lord, pray let me evidence
embraces.
The temper of my heart, since you went hence.

embraces.
Marc.
O! thou, the loadstone of my else-wandring fancy,
That keeps my soul still fix'd—what can I render
Conform to thy fair merits—

Ar.
Love, my Lord,
—Love, love—I say, I cannot ask for more.
Next, if you will oblige me, prethee honour
Our friend Falasso, one deserves your favour.
—He entertain'd me kindly in your absence,
During your long exile.

Marc.
Heavens thank him for it,
I shall esteem him highly, and recommend
Him to the Duke—But now, my heart's in flames—
—Never was man more happy in his choyce
aside.
Then I in mine—Such Mistrisses are rare—
aside.
You were my fellow-sufferer; sprightly Nymph,
If love connive, would you not willingly
Be sharer with me in my prosperity?

Ar.
Those, who know all things, know my great ambition.

Marc.
No more—no more—we wrong our joyes to stay
On such discourse—'tis time we supplicate
The gentle Hymen, he shall us unite,
That Florence may behold our joyes compleat.

Exeunt.