Aur. Your Speech is all a Riddle: Pray speak plainer: But yet, e'er you proceed, if Count Bassino lives, I care not what must follow, since he's mine. Pla. No, he's not yours—Nor ever must. Aur. 'Tis false——There's not a Pow'r on Earth can part us: Perhaps, You think my Blood too base to mix with yours—— But, Sir, your Brother loves me, and in Love All Ranks are equal—— —— —— —— Pla. No——I wish that were all: But there's a greater Obstacle——He—is—married— Oh! Gods! unfortunately married! —— —— Aur. Married! Pla. Yes,——Married——to my Sister, To my unfortunate, abandon'd Sister. Oh! do not you conspire t'undo her quite; It is enough, she's false Bassino's Wife. —— —— Aur. Gods! Married! And is it possible! Oh! faithless Men! Oh! Truth! Oh! Justice! Whither are you fled? Now all my Fears and Horrors are explain'd. Pla. I'm glad I reach'd this Place in Time, to hinder Those Ills that must have waited on your Marriage, Now it is in your Power, both to be happy, And, in some Measure, make my Sister so. [Both rise. [Both rise. Aur. A Paradox in Nature——Bid Aurelia Be happy, when you rob her of her Heaven! Her dear Bassino! Indeed your Sister may be counted happy, If she's his Wife—Ha—Wife—by Heaven! 'tis false— No, no—He has no other Wife but me—— He is not married, you bely him basely—— He cannot be so treacherous—— —— ——
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