Iole
O prince, whose virtues all admire,
since Jove has every bar remov’d,
I feel my vanquish’d heart conspire
to crown a flame by Heav’n approv’d.
Hyllus
O princess, whose exalted charm
sabove ambition fire my breast,
how great my joy to fill those arms,
at once with love and empire blest!
Iole
I grieve no more, since now I see
all happiness restor’d in thee.
Hyllus
I ask no more, since now I find
all earthly good in thee combin’d.