It is! my beating heart! it is Berlinda!
Come forth, my lute! ye muses, up above,
Smile while it thus amuses her I love!
(Cats are heard on the tiles in chorus.)
O, rapture! ’tis Berlinda’s voice I hear,
Those strains are hers—alas! I feel so queer—
Courage, faint heart! thy mistress thou must please,
Pour forth thy lays upon the lazy breeze.
(Tunes his violin and sings to the air of “Beautiful Star.”)
Loverly girl, on yonder height,