Of my sure trust in you; come, share with me
My joy, my glory, my anxiety;
And above all things, once more, Arias,
Down to your secret’st heart this secret slip;
For every secret hangs in greater fear
Between the speaker’s mouth and hearer’s ear
Than any peril between cup and lip.
Ar. You have good cause for joy.
Ces. You will say so
When you have read the letter.