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Her voice indeed, and this my fav'rite song! It is that gentle creature, my sweet Portia. I call her mine, because she is the image Which hath possess'd my fancy. Such vain thoughts Must now give place. I will not linger here. This is the garden of Sulpicius; How have I miss'd my path? She sings again. [Sings without, as before. She wanders fitfully from lay to lay, But all of them some air that I have prais'd In happy hours gone by.

O gentle, sweet, and cheerful! form'd to be Whate'er my heart could prize of treasured love! Dear as thou art, I will not linger here.