AGL. Amongst all the nobly born, is she the only one whom your eyes
deem worthy of your tenderness?

CLE. Do we reason when we fall in love? Do we choose the object of our
attachment? And when we bestow our hearts, do we weigh the right of
the fair one to fascinate us?

AGE. Without having the power of choosing, we follow in such a passion
something which delights us; and when love touches a heart, we have no
reasons to give.

AGL. Indeed, I pity the painful troubles to which I see your hearts
expose themselves. You love one whose bright charms will mingle grief
with the hopes they hold out to you, and whose heart will not fulfil
all that her eyes promise.

CID. The hope which calls you into the rank of her lovers will
experience many disappointments in the favours she bestows; and the
fitful changes of her inconstant heart will cause you many painful
hours.

AGL. A clear discernment of your worth makes us pity the fate into
which this passion will lead you; and if you wished, you could both
find a more constant heart and charms as great.

CID. A choice sweeter by half can rescue your mutual friendship from
love; and there is such a rare merit apparent in you both that a
gentle counsel would, out of pity, save your hearts from what they are
preparing for themselves.