ASTOLFO. How, then, if I do not give it
Will you get it?
ROSAURA. I will get it
Thus, ungrateful.
[She attempts to snatch it.[
ASTOLFO. 'Tis in vain.
ROSAURA. It must ne'er be seen, no, never
In another woman's hands.
ASTOLFO. Thou art dreadful.
ROSAURA. Thou deceptive.
ASTOLFO. Oh, enough, Rosaura mine.
ROSAURA. Thine! Thou liest, base deserter.
[Both struggle for the portrait.]
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