Another's faith hath cured the wound
I nursed for you within my breast.
Climene.
Another's love for me hath found
Revenge I sought, and kindly rest.
Philinte.
Chloris the fair true passion sways,
For me she pours her soul in sighs,
And I would gladly close my days
If so should bid her beauteous eyes.
Climene.
Myrtil, of youthful hearts the flower,
He loves me true e'en more than light;
And I, to prove love's mighty power,
Content, would pass to endless night.
Philinte.
But if our passion's gentle ray
A lingering spark would kindle anew,
And from my heart expel to-day
Chloris the fair, thy love to sue?
Climene.