Prelude & Song (Orazia):
 They tell us that your mighty powers above
 Make perfect your joys and your blessings by Love.
 Ah! Why do you suffer the blessing that's there
 To give a poor lover such sad torments here?

 Yet though for my passion such grief I endure,
 My love shall like yours still be constant and pure.
 To suffer for him gives an ease to my pains
 There's joy in my grief and there's freedom in chains; 

 If I were divine he could love me no more
 And I in return my adorer adore 
 O let his dear life the, kind Gods, be your care
 For I in your blessings have no other share.