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Amad. I'll break thro' all Enchantments to those Arms.
I am all Love, and thou all over Charms.
[Here he is seiz'd: Oriana wakes and rises.

Ori. In what enchanted Regions am I lost?
Am I alive? Or wander here a Ghost?
Art thou too dead?

Amad. Where-e'er you are, the Realms of Bliss must be;
I see my Goddess, and 'tis Heav'n to see!
Stand off——and give me way——

Ori. No——keep him there,
Th'ungrateful Traitor, let him not come near:
Convey the Wretch where Sisyphus atones
For Crimes enormous, and where Tityus groans,
With Robbers and with Murderers let him prove
Immortal Pains —— for he has murder'd Love.

Amad. Have I done this!

Ori. Base and perfidious Man,
Let me be heard, and answer if you can.
Was it your Love, when trembling by your Side
I wept, and I implor'd, and almost dy'd,
Urging your Stay——Was it your Love that bore
Your faithless Vessel from the British Shore?
What said I not, upon the fatal Night,
When you avow'd your meditated Flight?
Was it your Love, that prompted you to part,
To leave me dying, and to break my Heart?
See whom you fled, Inhuman and Ingrate,
Repent your Folly, but repent too late.