Pure Distaffina, and will never more
Through lane or street with lawless passion rove,
But give to Griskinissa all my love.
Bombas. No, no, I'll love no more; let him who can
Fancy the maid who fancies ev'ry man.
In some lone place I'll find a gloomy cave,
There my own hands shall dig a spacious grave.
Then all unseen I'll lay me down and die,
Since woman's constancy is—all my eye.
Trio.—"O Lady Fair!"