“Shall we their fond pageant see?Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
“Captain of our fairy band,Helena is here at hand,And the youth, mistook by me,Pleading for a lover's fee.Shall we their fond pageant see?Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
“Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
“What fools these mortals be. (Acheron)”
“…So when the last and dreadful hourThis crumbling pageant shall devour,The trumpet shall be heard on high,The dead shall live, the living die,And Music shall untune the sky”
“We shall live, love and be happy as mortals can be”