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 O! shall we e'er be happy?

Are we not happy now? Art thou not mine? Am I not thine? There lives within my soul A lofty courage—'tis love gives it me! I ought to be less open—ought to hide My heart more from thee—so decorum dictates. But where in this place could'st thou seek for truth, If in my mouth thou didst not find it?

Come! My husband sends me for you—It is now The latest moment. Part you!

O, not yet! It has been scarce a moment.

Aye? Then time Flies swiftly with your Highness, Princess niece!

There is no hurry, aunt.