And save my soul and body! ’Twas a jest—
An idle jest. I am thy drudging slave,
No more than that! I never thought of love—
’Twas but a jest—’twas idly done, but well—
Oh, Lady Hilda—oh, come back to me!
Enter Florian.
Flor. What is this outcry?
Mous.It concerns you not.
Flor. Where is the Lady Hilda?
Mous.Who shall say?