My dearest master, your dear son, may hie:
[Bless] him at home in [peace, whilst] I from far
His name with zealous fervour sanctify:
[His taken] labours bid him me forgive;
I, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth
From courtly friends with camping foes to live,
Where death and danger [dogs] the heels of worth:
He is too good and fair for death and me;
Whom I myself embrace to set him free.
[Count.] Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words!