As in your heart to find a place?

ANG.
I may not hide it, in this dire extreme,
Tircis, I own for you my love....

CLE.
O blessed words! am I indeed so blest?
Repeat them, Phyllis; set my doubts at rest.

ANG.
I love you, Tircis!

CLE.
Ah! Phyllis, once again.

ANG.
I love you, Tircis!

CLE.
Alas! I fain
A hundred times would hearken to that strain.

ANG.
I love you! I love you!
Tircis, I love you!

CLE.
Ye kings and gods who, from your eternal seat,
Behold the world of men beneath your feet,