The SONG.
_Crudo Amore, Crudo Amore, |
Il mio Core non fa per te | bis
Suffrir non vo tormenti
Senza mai sperar mar ce
Belta che sia Tiranna,
Belta che sia Tiranna
Doll meo offerto recetto non e
Il tuo rigor singunna
Se le pene
Le catene
Tenta auolgere al mio pie
See see Crudel Amore |
Il mio Core non fa per te. | bis
Lusinghiero, Lusinghiero, |
Pui non Credo alta tua fe | bis
L’ incendio del tuo foce
Nel mio Core pui vivo none
Belta che li die Luoce
Belta che li die Luoce
Ma il rigor L’Ardore s’bande
Io non sato tuo gioce
Ch’ il Veleno
Del mio seno
Vergoroso faggito se n’e.
See see Crudel Amore |
Il mio Core non fa per te_. | bis
Oct. ‘Tis they we look for, draw and be ready.—
Tick. Hah, draw—then there’s no safety here, certo. [Aside.
[Octavio, Julio and their Party draw, and fight with Fil. and Gal. Marcella ingages on their side; all fight, the Musick confusedly amongst ‘em: Gal. loses his Sword, and in the hurry gets a Base Viol, and happens to strike Tickletext, who is getting away—his Head breaks its way quite through, and it hangs about his neck; they fight out.
Enter_ Petro with a Lanthorn. Sir Signal stands close still.
Tick. Oh, undone, undone! where am I, where am I?
Pet. Hah—that’s the voice of my amorous Ananias,—or I am mistaken— what the Devil’s the matter? [Opens his Lanthorn. —Where are ye, Sir?—hah, cuts so—what new-found Pillory have we here?
Tick. Oh, honest Barberacho, undo me, undo me quickly.