Farewell, ye fair illusions! I must leave ye,
While I have power to say, that I must leave ye.
Farewell! with half my soul I stagger off,—
How dear this flying victory has cost,
When, if I stay to struggle, I am lost.
As he is going forward, Nymphs and Sylvans come out from behind the Trees. A Bass and two Trebles sing the following Song to a Minuet.
Dance with a Song, all with Branches in their Hands.
Song. How happy the lover,
How easy his chain,