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Antonia:

Ah! surely, if I sing to thee

With all the passion that I know,

The strangest, sweetest melody

That from a woman's lips can flow,

The pleading of my plaintive song,

The tremor of it's tender tone

Will touch thy heart — untouched so long —

And wake to life the loveless stone!

A song of love is this

My love!

A song that woos a kiss,

My love!

To woo a kiss and win it not

Was never lovely woman's lot!

A song of love is this,

A song that woos a kiss!

To woo a kiss and win it not

Was never lovely woman's lot!

A woman's love to thee I bring —

A jewel every price above!

In all the world there is no thing

I would not do to win thy love!

And yet thy words are cold to me,

No passion in thy glance I read;

So loving thee and only thee

My heart is like to break indeed!

A song of love I sing,

My love!

What answer will it bring,

My love?

To plead for love and win it not

Was never lovely woman's lot!

A song of love I sing,

What answer will it bring?

To plead for love and win it not

Was never lovely woman's lot!

(At end of song, Diomed rises, wrings his hands and shows signs of suppressed emotion.)