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 * Oh, rapture!
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 * Hear me, Phyllis, ere you leave me!
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 * Not a word—you did deceive me!
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 * Not a word—you did deceive her!
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 * Not a word—you did deceive her!
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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!

[[PS undefined (Lucky little lady! Strephon's lot is shady; Rank, it seems, is vital, "Countess" is the title,
 * But of what I'm not aware!)]]

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

Enter Fairies, tripping, headed by '. ' and, and followed by.