WHAT DO YOU HOLD FOR ME?Would you rather I burned with passion?That I remained motionlessTo woos of this noble monsieur?
Do I wait for the hollow beat of your footsteps?Or be encircled in the vastness if his love?
Your ambitions fluctuate in my eyesYour interest in me undulatesSo doth your power on me.
Do I wait till love yawns by my pathAnd I become more bitter than death?
I cannot seat captive at your throneWhen I shall be welcomed elsewhere.