BEA. [Bursting into tears.] I do not know if I am happy or sad.
But I am greatly moved. I would Bianca
Were here. I never lacked her near so much
As tonight I do, although I lack her always.
She is a long time gone.--If I tell you something,
Will you promise not to tell.

FID. Nay, I'll not promise, But I'll not tell.

BEA. Fidelio, I do love so
The King from Lagoverde! I do so love him!

FID. Godspeed, Godspeed.

BEA. Ay, it is passing strange;
Last week I was a child, but now I am not.
And I begin my womanhood with weeping;
I know not why.--La, what a fool I am!
'Tis over. Sing, Fidelio.

FID. Would you a gay song, My Princess?

BEA. Ay.--And yet--nay, not so gay.
A simple song, such as a country-boy
Might sing his country-sweetheart.--Is it the moon
Hath struck me, do you think? I swear by the moon
I am most melancholy soft, and most
Outrageous sentimental! Sing, dear fool.

FID. [Singing.]