Begare, madame, your virtue be very great, but your honesty be very little.
Nay, now you're angry, sir.
Angry?
I have written you a song, and still will I sing it.
I was sacrificed by love
Who is unhappy in the name of honor
This herania, it under-bisse in broad daylight
But devouring, I do in my heart
Madam, when your
ladyship wants a fool,
send it for me.
To make her change her
mind, what will be the price?