Frederic:
This evening I renounce my vile profession.
And to that end,
O pure and peerless maidens,
O blushing buds of everblooming beauty,
I, sore at heart,
I, sore at heart,
Implore your kind assistance.
Edith:
How pitiful his tale!
Kate:
How rare his beauty!
Daughters:
How pitiful his tale!
How rare his beauty!