Can never loose. Far from this hated land
Shine skies as bright—and fields as verdant bloom
To bless the fond and true. Escape with me.
The ship is waiting—let it bear us far
To some propitious clime, where no regrets
Or misery shall pursue us.
Teresa.
Ha! a fitting
Companion to your flight! a fugitive wife!
Whose wife? ’Tis well—peace I have lost—and you