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Amelia

A spacious country.

Here let the wearied army rest awhile

A court before Casimir's palace.

Weep not, Amelia

Oh what a dismal day is this, Rodulpho!

You wrong me, fair Augusta

A prospect of the Turkish camp.

Be this the day appointed

Oh princess! why this solemn face of mourning?

Stop this effusion of your tears, my princess

So close! so kind!

A faithful friend!

A pavillion.

At length the sultan's arms

(Casimir is chained)

Well, Casimir! you see the fate of war

A room.

Let me not hear you speak

A very kind embrace!

Lovely Augusta, follow your sad sister

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