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All.

Oh, rapture!

Streph.

Hear me, Phyllis, ere you leave me!

Phyl.

Not a word—you did deceive me!

All.

Not a word—you did deceive her!

Ballad—Phyllis

For riches and rank I do not long
Their pleasures are false and vain:
I gave up the love of a lordly throng
For the love of a simple swain.
But now that that simple swain's untrue,
With sorrowful heart I turn to you—
A heart that's aching,
Quaking, breaking,
As sorrowful hearts are wont to do!

The riches and rank that you befall
Are the only baits you use,
So the richest and rankiest of you all
My sorrowful heart shall choose.
As none are so noble—none so rich
As this couple of lords, I'll find a niche,
In my heart that's aching,
Quaking, breaking,
For one of you two—and I don't care which!

Ensemble

Phyl.

To you I give my heart so rich!

All.

To which?

Phyl.

I do not care!
To you I yield—it is my doom!

All.

To whom?

Phyl.

I'm not aware!
I'm yours for life if you but choose.

All.

She's whose?

Phyl.

That's your affair;
I'll be a countess, shall I not?

All.

Of what?

Phyl.

I do not care!

All.

Lucky little lady!
Strephon's lot is shady;
Rank, it seems, is vital,
"Countess" is the title,
But of what I'm not aware!

Streph.


Can I inactive see my fortune fade?
No, no!
Mighty protectress, hasten to my aid!

Enter Fairies, tripping, headed by Celia. Leila and Fleta, and followed by Queen.