I dance to-night—perhaps for the last time.
But what I gain, I promise shall be yours,
If that can save you from the Count of Lara.
Ang. O my dear lady! how shall I be grateful
For so much kindness!
Pre. I deserve no thanks.
Thank Heaven, not me.
Ang. Both Heaven and you.
Pre. Farewell!
Remember that you come again to-morrow.