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My dearest love! my gen'rous honour'd love! My sweet Valeria! thou distractest me; But have thy way, for I can urge no more. Let dark fate come: I will abide its worst.

Nay, say not dark; there is a hope within me; 'Tis sure, 'tis strong, it cannot be deceitful. (A signal heard from without.) Hark! hark! a signal!

O blessed sound! there is salvation in it. Again the blessed found! And here Rodrigo comes, wearing a face Of welcome tidings.

Succours, brave Rodrigo?

Yes, ships from Genoa are now in sight, Bearing, no doubt, brave aid, if to the port They can make good their entrance. (All except Constantine.) Good heaven be bless'd!