, whose arch entreaty was softened by him into tenderness, and thrilled her heart with memories of the changed past; it was the same voice, the same tone, the selfsame sounds and words, which often before she had received, as the homage of love to her⁠—no longer was it that; and this concord of sound with its dissonance of expression penetrated her with regret and despair. Soon after Idris, who was at the harp, turned to that passionate and sorrowful air in Figaro , “ Porgi, amor, qualche ristoro ,” in which the deserted Countess laments the change of the faithless Almaviva