None; the fated day comes on so fast.ChorusAre then the fitting rites already taking place o’er her body?MaidDeath’s garniture is ready, wherewith her lord will bury her.ChorusWell let her know, though die she must, her fame ranks far above any other wife’s beneath the sun.MaidFar above! of course it does; who will gainsay it? What must the woman be who hath surpassed her? For how could any wife have shown a clearer regard