Then from your haughty Vision wake,

And listen to my Moan;

Tho' you refuse me for my sake,

Yet pity for your own;

For know proud Shepherdess you owe,

The Victim you despise,

More to the strictness of my Vow,

Than glories of your Eyes.

A Song in the Opera call'd The Fairy Queen.
Sung by Mrs. Butler. Set by Mr. H. Purcell.