Oh sweet Angelo, thou art my only
For I hadst no other in my family.
Look on this woman stripped and condemned!
Lend me your love, and all my life to come
I'll lend you all my love to do the service of our marriage.
Dear, why dost thou not understand?
Do thy service of husband, for I have done mine.
Only my Lord knows the things I would do
To get thee to face me, to make love to me.
There hadst been times when I think
Isabel haunts thou heart.
Is it true my Angelo?
Why thou art not answer me?
I weep on thou bed and still thou ignore.
I fall to my knees and still thou ignore.
To save our wedlock I can not try more.
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