[Verse, Phyllis]
For riches and rank I do not long —
Their pleasures are false and vain;
I gave up the love of a lordly throng
For the love of a simple swain
But now that simple swain's untrue
With sorrowful heart I turn to you —
A heart that's aching
Quaking, breaking
As sorrowful hearts are won't to do!
The riches and rank that you befall
Are the only baits you use
So the richest and rankiest of you all
My sorrowful heart shall choose
As none are so noble — none so rich
As this couple of lords, I'll find a niche
In my heart that's aching
Quaking, breaking
For one of you two — and I don't care which!

To you I give my heart so rich!
[Peers]
To which?
[Phyllis]
I do not carе!
To you I yield — it is my doom!
[Peers]
To whom?
[Phyllis]
I'm not aware!
I'm yours for life if you but choosе
[Peers]
She's whose?
[Phyllis]
That's your affair!
I'll be a countess, shall I not?
[Peers]
Of what?
[Phyllis]
I do not care!
[Peers]
Lucky little lady!
Strephon's lot is shady;
Rank, it seems, is vital
"Countess" is the title
Yes, countess, countess the title, the title
But of what I'm not aware!
But of what I'm not aware!

[Strephon]
Can I inactive see my fortune fade?
No, no!
[Peers]
Ho, ho!
[Strephon]
No, no!
[Peers]
Ho, ho!
[Strephon]
Mighty protectress, hasten to my aid!