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You told me you were fair as gold. (Wildly.) And, master, am I not so?

And now I see you're plain and old.

I am sure I am not a jot so.

Upon my innocence you play,

I'm not the one to plot so.

Your lace is lined, your hair is gray.

It's gradually got so.

Faithless woman, to deceive me!— I who trusted so!

(At the end he renounces her, and she goes off R. in despair.)

What shall I do? Before these gentle maidens I dare not show in this alarming costume. No, no, I must remain in close concealment until I can appear in decent clothing. (Exit R.)