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Halt in thy gait, and stoop thy shoulders too; Thy step and graceful bearing will betray thee.

Trust me, my love; I'll not betray myself.[Exit. My dear friend

Who art thou?

Dost thou not know me? I met the stranger going hence, and thought I might return to thee: have I done wrong? [ gives no answer, but walks about as before.] Move not so rapidly, my dear Rosella, But let thy body have a little rest.

Cease! thou art foolish; should my body rest, My mind would go distracted.

Walk as much as thou wilt within thy chamber, Where no one will observe thee. Take my arm— Heaven aid and pity thee, poor sufferer, There is a cruel conflict in thy breast. [Exeunt.