Oh woman woman woman, thou treacherous fiend
feeding on the kindness of noble and loving souls
for what is a man but a knave for fulfillment of his desires
oh fie, oh fie
pity for thy absent valiant reason
tears fall for thy deserted calming wisdom,
for thee has none but lost them all for impudent love,
a lust thou has casted to thy appetite.
Heavens shed no mercy for fools like thee,
a clearing mind taken prisoner by hot passions,
devils may laugh but help thee not,
for thee are truly abandoned, friendless, left alone to die
a thousand more cries would not lift a tiny stone
alack alack, a storm approaching
must be some nymphs touched by my fearful fate
send here a purge to drown my lungs
in rescue a servant from purgatory pain.
To die I shall, for I am my gods servants
In parting time I wish to some ungrateful fiend:
endure all pains of torture can least smooth my hate
be thy soul inflame by all hell’s fire, thy family spiting at thy faulty skin;
thy friends cursing death at thy sight; fools that loved thee betray thee in justice!
Thou fiend! By revelation of thy monstrous nature may my curse be true
Here die, die!
My gods summon me, defy must I not
All my hatred will dissolve in this mighty water
but my blessed curse shall be.