my Course I end.      [Aside.

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Aur. My Lord, what makes you pause?

Bass. The ravishing Thoughts of mighty Joys to come Kept me in Extasy and made me dumb; When on thy snowy Breast dissolv'd I lie, What Monarch can there be more blest than I?

[Bassino leads her off with a languishing Air.

Enter Alonzo.

 Alon. Sure, if my Eyes deceive me not, I saw Aurelia with the Count just parting hence: Dissolv'd in Love, and languishing they seem'd. Damnation—— I cannot bear the Thought—I'll after 'em. 

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Alonzo going. Enter Florella.

Flor. aside. Ha——Alonzo here! I must prevent a Discovery.

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Alon. Florella here! she comes opportunely——she may inform me of what I yet but fear——Good-morrow, Florella: How fares my Love, my dear Aurelia?

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Flor. Signior, Good-morrow; you are an early Visitant.

Alon. Not for a Man in Love; but answer me, How does Aurelia?

Flor. Well in Health——Only she's now and then in a little Fit of Melancholy, such as usually proceeds from timorous Doubts about that dreadful State of Matrimony. You know the Time draws nigh that gives her to your Arms.

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