This will your slighted lovers laugh to see
Almeda then a maiden old will be.
ALMEDA.
The paths you paint I will not tread alone,
While Flavia lives I shall be sure of one.
Then hand in hand we’ll smooth the rugged way,
And sigh for sigh shall bear our griefs away.
FLAVIA.
Why should we sigh? In smiles we will contend,
And laugh at what we have no power to mend.