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116 :Pel. Fly, fly to my Arms, to my Arms, Goddess of Immortal Charms! To my Arms, to my Arms, fly, fly, Goddess of transporting joy!
 * But to gaze
 * On thy Face,

Thy gentle Hand thus pressing Is heav'nly heav'nly Blessing.
 * O my Soul!

Whither, whither art thou flying? Lost in sweet tumultuous dying, Whither, whither art thou flying,
 * O my Soul!


 * Thet. You tremble, Peleusso do I:

Ah stay, and we'll together die. Immortal, and of Race Divine. My Soul shall take her Flight with thine: Life dissolving in Delight, Heaving Breasts, and swimming Sight, Falt'ring Speech, and gasping Breath, Symptoms of delicious Death, Life dissolving in Delight, My Soul is ready for the Flight.
 * O my Soul!

Whither, whither art, thou flying? Lost in sweet tumultuous dying, Whither, whither art, thou flying?
 * O my Soul!

Pel.