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ACT IV.

Enter Prunella and Nancia.
Nancia.
Sister, you must not go Abroad,
Mamma will be angry if you shou'd.

Prunella.
What's that, you? Pray, stay at Home,
And guard the Parlor till I come;
You think 'tis no matter, I suppose,
Where an elder Sister goes;
But your Absence I wo'n't smother,
For, if you go, I'll tell my Mother.

Prunella
Air. Fly, fly, and follow, &c.
Go, go, you Tell-tale,
Go tell my Mother, do;
Go, go, you Tell-tale,
Tell my Mother, do;
Go, go, you Tell-tale,
Tell my Mother, do, &c.
Who cares a farthing,
I can be even,
About the Garden,
And our Stephen;
So tell my Mother
As soon as you please,
Go, go, &c.

To the Eunuch's Tune, for Joy that Lardella is not drown'd.

Air.
Lardella was lost,
But she swam to the Coast,
Like a Charming Toast;
'Twas Love did the Work:
Young Maidens advance,
And prepare for a Dance,
Like the Fashion of France;
Pray do it with a Jerk.

Fico's
Air. Love leads to Battel.
“Bring me the Bottle;
“Who dares oppose him?
“The Spleen and Vapours
“Before him fly:
“See how my Colour
“Mends all before ye,
“And for a Pale,
“A Red does supply.
“Bring, &c.

Volcius's
Air at Knight's-Bridge,
To Beauty devotes
From midnight Debauches,
And Riding in Coaches,
A Passion
In Fashion,
We laugh at the Town.
At Knight's-bridge contented,
No one there in pain is,
When seldom the Rain is,
We stay here with Joy
From midnight. Cepo.

[Racino and Macia in one great wicker Chair; Prunella at her Feet, and Sattinisko upon Cushions.]
CHORUS.
Hail Lusty Lusty Pair,
Prunella Sattinisco;
No roaring spare
That you can bear
To shew you wish 'em both a lusty Heir.


Arsinoe Chor.
Grand CHORUS
“Tell it in every place you please,
“White-Hall, in Westminster, or Mews,
“Prunella's Honour Raise;
“No such Mortal can be found
“Worthy of your noisie Lays,
“She can Cure as well as Wound.
“We envy not Doves
“So famous for Loves,
“Altho' we endure
“Some pain; we are sure
“Of being wounded and cured by Love.
Some may boast a single Man to kill,
I do more, an Army's Blood I spill;
I do more,
I kill a thousand, kill a thousand.
Some may boast a single Ma---n to kill,
I do more, an Army's Blood I spill;
I do more, an Army's Blood I spill:
'Tis well then I'm not Declining,
I annoy them and destroy them,
Vanquish'd Foes their lives Resigning.

Drawcansir's
Air.
Thomyris to Lina in Vain. Lardellas's Air for joy he is not drowned.
“Come let us advance
“To the Conquest of France;
“Raise all our Buffoons,
“With large Pantaloons,
“With Bever Hat,
“And Point Cravat,
“Whose Rapiers and Scuffles
“Tear Colbartin Ruffles,
“Still enduring,
“Without Curing
“Aches, and Wounds,
“Made by Amorous sounds;
“Let 'em advance, &c.
“And let 'em all Sing, but
“First let 'em Dance, &c.