This unpermitted passion, 'twould draw down

   More speedy vengeance on the helpless youth,

   Turning your fatal fondness to his ruin.

 Adel. Indeed, I want thy counsel. Yet, oh, leave me!

   Find, if my gold, my gems, can ransom him.

   Had I the world, it should be his as freely.

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 Jaq. Trust to my care. The countess comes to seek you;

  Her eye is this way bent. Conceal this grief;

  All may be lost, if you betray such weakness.

 [Exit. 

 Adel. O love! thy sway makes me unnatural.

  The tears, which should bedew the grave, yet green,

  Of a dear brother, turning from their source,

  Forget his death, and fall for Theodore.

 Enter the Countess. 

Countess

 Countess. Come near, my love! When thou art from my side,

   Methinks I wander like some gloomy ghost,

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