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Thetis. Immortal and of Race Divine,
Thetis. My Soul ſhall take her Flight with thine.
AIR.
Life diſſolving in Delight,
Heaving Breaſts, and ſwimming Sight,
Falt’ring Speech, and gaſping Breath,
Symptoms of delicious Death;
Life diſſolving in Delight,
My Soul is ready for the Flight.
DUET. Peleus and Thetis.
O my Soul!
Whither, whither art, thou flying?
Loſt in ſweet tumultuous dying,
Whither, whither art, thou flying?
O my Soul!
CHORUS.
When the Storm is blown over
How bleſt is the Swain,
Who begins to Diſcover
An End of his Pain!
FINIS.
