Poor Fool, He Makes Me Laugh / Il Muto

They say that this youth
Has set my lady's heart aflame

His lordship sure would die of shock

His lordship is a laughingstock

Should he suspect
God protect us!

Shame, shame, shame!

This blameless lady's
Love for Hades!

Shame, shame, shame!

Serafimo, your disguise is perfect
Why, who can this be?

Gentle wife, meet your loving husband!
My love, I'm called to England
On a fatal shape
And must leave you with your new maid

Though I would happily
Take the maid with me

The old fool is leaving

Serafimo, away with this pretence!
You cannot speak
But kiss me in my husband's absence
Poor fool, he makes me laugh
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Time, traitor, gave the better fair lady her half

Poor fool, he doesn't know
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
If he knew the truth
He'd never, ever go

Did I not instruct that box five was to be kept empty?

Serafimo, away with this pretence!
You cannot speak
But kiss me in my

Ahhhh!

Poor fool, he makes me laugh
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Time, traitor, gave the better fair lady her half

Poor fool, he doesn't know
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
If he knew the truth
He'd never, ever go