Parto, ma tu ben mio,
Meco ritorna in pace;
Saro qual piu ti piace;
Quel che vorrai fato.

I go, but, my dearest,
make peace again with me.
I will be what you would most
have me be, do whatever you wish.

Guardami, e tutto oblio,
E a vendicarti io volo;
A questo sguardo dolo
Da me si pensera.
Ah qual poter, oh Dei!
Donaste alla belta.

Look at me, and I will forget all
and fly to avenge you;
I will think only
of that glance at me.
Ah, ye gods, what power
you have given beauty!