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Just so! That's what I generally say to everybody, to inspire confidence. But could you but know who I am; what infernal project I am brewing! Ha! here comes the tender Eurydicea; she must not believe I have been through the meadow.

. Impossible to meet him! Ah! here he is. Aristee, my beautiful shepherd, take care; one step more and you are dead.

. How?

. My husband knows all; he has spied us, and laid traps through the field for you.

. Look how much I care about his snares. Look, please look. (Steps into the corn fields.)

. You will die sure; then I will die with you.

. (Aside.) Come on. (They walk through the field. Eurydicea stops suddenly on one foot, and screams.)

. (Aside.) She is caught.

. I am caught.

. Graver than you imagine. (Music.)

. Ah! my lord, what do I feel?

. Pluto, be thyself again! One, two, three, (throws off the shepherd's costume and appears as god of the infernal regions,) and now let us disorganize the elements, (a sign and andand a [sic] thunderbolt. Night ensues suddenly—a tempest.) At home that is the way elements are disorganized.

. Mighty gods—am I going to die?

. Entirely—lasciate ogni speranza—(strident laugh.)

. And nevertheless I suffer not a bit

. I will explain why

. Ah! it is strange

. It is logic