Who shall aid and solace bring?
Innocence may challenge pity...
Where shall she went? Unto the King!
—‘That I some remedy may find thee,
Faithful Countess, quickly go:
The secret of his sad affliction.
Be’t mine or here or there to know.
On leal word of Cavalleiro
Troth and faith I plight to thee,
Pure you shall be found and spotless,