Nisida.
By my miseries admonished . . . .
Cynthia.
By my strange misfortune startled . . .
Nisida.
Flying from myself, I leave
This green sphere, dismayed, distracted.
Cynthia.
Without soul or life I fly,
Overwhelmed by this enchantment.
Nisida.
Oh! how dreadful!
Cynthia.
Oh! how awful!
Nisida.
Oh! the horror!
Cynthia.