Enter Ariadna, and Titterus after her singing -

Oh stay, Oh turn, Oh pity me,
That sighs, that sues for love of thee,
Oh lack, I never loved before,
If you deny, I'll ne'er love more.

No hope, no help, then wretched I
Must lose, must lack, must pine, and die,
Since you neglect when I implore,
Farewell hard, I'll ne'er love more.
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