One only charge I give thee, ere I die,
That thou find love and unto him alone
Show fully how undear
This bitter life and drear
Is to me, craving of his might he deign
Some better harborage I may attain.
Weeping I demonstrate
How sore with reason doth my heart complain
Of love betrayed and plighted faith in vain.
At the conclusion of the last story on the seventh day Filomena sings: