Monks [chanting without].
A fastu et superbia
Domine libera nos.

Min. 'Neath sandal red and samite,
Are knights and ladies set;
The henchmen tall stride through the hall,
The board with wine is wet.

Fool. Oh! merrily growls the starving hind,
At my full skin;
And merrily howl wolf, wind, and owl,
While I lie warm within.

Monks. A luxu et avaritia
Domine libera nos.

Min. Hark! from the bridal bower,
Rings out the bridesmaid's song;
''Tis the mystic hour of an untried power,
The bride she tarries long.'

Fool. She's schooling herself and she's steeling herself,
Against the dreary day,
When she'll pine and sigh from her lattice high
For the knight that's far away.

Monks. A carnis illectamentis
Domine libera nos.