Take the gift he brings to thee. ’Tis divine.
Share thy royal throne with good St. Valentine.
Fortunate art thou to have his love as thine.
With him thou wilt happy be,
Sorrow never dwell with thee.
If you’re his, fair Queen, you see, and he’s thine.
Queen.
Truly thy courtiers love thee well,
And noble things of thee they tell.
Truly, my heart inclines to thee.