To splendour disregardful, with sloth awaking;
Rejoice, rejoice, alway;
But why are ye taking
My soul to follow you after,
To awake with you, and be joyful in your delighting?
Ay me!
Enter Zapel from the garden, with a basket of flowers.
ZAPEL.
Here are thy lilies.
Al.’Tis enough of these;