Ali.Alas! that lovers thus should meet:
Oh, pity, pity me!
Oh, charge me not with cold deceit;
Oh, pity, pity me!
You bade me drink—with trembling awe
I drank, and, by the potion’s law,
I loved the very first I saw!
Oh, pity, pity me!
Dr. D.My dear young friend, consolèd be—
We pity, pity you.