Confusa si miri

English Libretto or Translation:

Scene XI
Bertarido alone

Bertarido
Yes, let my faithless wife still think me dead,
plight to her new-chose spouse the self-same
faith, she kept so well to me.
Then let her know I live, and, blushing, find
the fickle promise of her female mind
light as a leaf, that’s sporting in the wind.
Let my false and perjured bride,
whose grief was all fictitious pride,
let her be with pain surrounded,
she, that in the face of death,
mock`d the mourner’s murm`ring breath,
let her fall with shame confounded.
Tho` she won my belief,
when she acted her grief,
tears, false as my reported death, she shed,
An kill`d the living, while she mourn`d the
dead.
Let. etc.
The end of the first act