Raim. Oh! death e’en now hath veil’d
The light of her soft beauty. Wake my love!
Wake at my voice!
Pro. Anselmo, lead her hence,
And let her live, but never meet my sight.
—Begone! my heart will burst.
Raim. One last embrace!
—Again life’s rose is opening on her cheek;
Yet must we part. So love is crush’d on earth!
But there are brighter worlds!—Farewell, farewell!