A room in Casimir's palace.
Why, with uplisted arms and pointed steel
A room in Osmyn's pavilion.
The happy time will soon approach
An apartment in the palace.
She's false, insufferably false!
Why, Casimir, with sacrilegious hands
A spacious plain.
Rodulpho, you have shewn a friendship
(Martial musick at a distance.)
I seize you prisoners to Prince Casimir
An Apartment in Osmyn's pavilion.
It's certain she is fled, but who could think
A prison.
To what a hazardous presumption
A great hall.
(Dead march.)
Now traitress! take the just reward
O live Amelia! live, thou best of wives!