Cinta di fiori e col bel crin disciolto

English Libretto or Translation:

GEORGE
Ebben, if you want, go there.

Cinta di fiori and with a nice dissolved crin
Talor the dear virgin wanders,
And he asks the aura, ai fior with a sad face:
"Where did Elvira go?" "Where did he go?" "Where did he go?"

CASTELLANI, CASTELLANE
Misero cor!

GEORGE
White dressed, and what if to the rising star
He fulfills the ritual, and goes sings: "the swear";
Then he cries out, for all trembling love:
"Ah, come, Arturo, ah, come, Artur!"

CASTELLANI, CASTELLANE
Ah! how barbaric the traitor was!
Misero cor, he will die of love!

GEORGE
Geme talor what tortora amorous,
Or falls won by mortal sweat,
Or the odes, to the sound of the plaintive harp,
Cantar d'amor, d'amor.

CASTELLANI, CASTELLANE
Misero cor!

GEORGE
Or he sees Arturo in the other semblant,
Then of his shrewd deception, and of his fate,
She moans, cries, gets busy and each more lover,
Invokes death, death.

GIORGIO, CASTELLANI, CASTELLANE
Drop the folgor on the traitor!
Ouch! the miser will die of love!