Yet sorrow's the theme of my song.
[Exit Victoria.
Catil. I quit this castle as soon as ever Donna Victoria enters a nunnery—Shall I go with her? No, I was never made for a nun—Ay, I'll back to the vineyard, and if my sweetheart, Philippo, is as fond as ever, who knows—I was his queen of all the girls, though the charming youth was the guitar, flute, fiddle, and hautboy of our village.
AIR VI.—CATILINA.
Like my dear swain, no youth you'd see
So blithe, so gay, so full of glee,
In all our village, who but he
To foot it up so featly—
His lute to hear,
From far and near,