Susanna has not come! I am anxious to find out 
how the Count took her proposal. 
This enterprise seems to me quite bold; 
and to such a hotheaded and jealous spouse... 
Oh, what's the harm in it? 
I'm only exchanging my dress with Susanna's,
hers with mine, under cover of night...
Heavens! My cruel husband has humiliated me to this base extent:
after he has first loved me, 
then insulted me, and finally betrayed me,
by an unprecedented combination of unfaithfulness,
jealousy, hostility,
he compels me to seek help from a servant!

Where are those moments
of sublimest sweetness and pleasure,
where have the oaths of
that lying mouth fled?
If in suffering and weeping,
everything for me has changed,
why have those sweet thoughts
not fallen away from my breast?

If only my fidelity and constant love, 
in the midst of my languishing,
could possibly bring me hope
of changing the heart of that ingrate.