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In love, in friendship, and in war, I feel
My bosom swell in wild tumultuous bliss.
Angelo.
Enjoy the present. Happiness like thine
Falls seldom to the lot of man. Alas!
Perchance even thou art standing on the brink
Of some deep precipice, the dark abyss
Concealed by smiling flowers,
Sforza.
With a friend
So true as Julian, a mistress so beloved,
So faithful, fond, as Veronica, I
Can fear no evil, save the stroke of death;
Nought else can sever hearts so closely joined.
Angelo.
Has Veronica then received your vows
Since your return from Tunis?
Sforza.
On the wings
Of love she flew to meet me ere I reached
