And now, not wife, but captive maid,
I seek my haughty mistress' home.
Chorus: Why dost thou, foolish, ever dwell225
Upon thy sire's illustrious realm,
And on thy own unhappy fate?
Forget thy former station now;
For only is he happy who,
As king or slave, knows how to bear
His lot, and fit his countenance
To changing circumstance. For he230