Or in the happiest days we ever knew!
Enjoy sweet life, Leoncio, whilst thou may;
Remain within the town, for I would spurn
By act of mine thy blooming youth to slay.
Alone I have to go, alone return,
Beladen with the richest spoil and rare,
Which constant faith and fervent love can earn.
Leoncio.
If so, Morandro, thou art well aware
How my desires, in good or evil fate,