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Amelia.

(Looking on the ground with astonishment.) 'Tis strange, most strange! most horrible!

Moor.

Ay, strange and horrible!—Ay, my good girl. Oh, much there is to know, much, much to learn, e'er this poor intellect can scan His nature, who smiles at human oaths, and weeps at man's fond projects.—O but my Emily is a luckless maid, unfortunate!

Amelia.

Unfortunate! Yes, since she rejected you.

Moor.

Unfortunate.—She kiss'd the man she had betray'd.

Amelia.

(With melancholy tenderness.) O then she is indeed unfortunate! From my soul I pity her—O I could love her with a sister's love.—But there is a better world than this.

Moor.

Yes, where all eyes are opened! and where

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