The Songs, &c. in the Cabinet of fancy: or evening exhibition As it is performed at the Theatre-Royal in the Hay-market [by G. A. Stevens] |
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| 2. | SECOND PART. |
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 | The Songs, &c. in the Cabinet of fancy: or evening exhibition |  |
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2. SECOND PART.
AIR I.
[Let us laugh, while laughing is good]
[I]
Let us laugh, while laughing is good,For Mirth fit subjects were now;
We only laugh where we shou'd;
'Tis pity but all knew how.
To laugh's the jest,
The rational jest,
It is life's better half;
What's life we say,
But a laugh and away?—
Away, while we live with a laugh.
II
We'll laugh at wit's running to waste,Well laugh at the follies we view:
So we laugh at what is call'd Fate,
And what it is other folks do.
In vain those rhimes
Which rail at the times,
A better receipt we've by half:
What's life we say,
But a laugh and away?—
Away, while we live with a laugh.
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AIR II.
[IN life's merry morning, while maidens we are]
[I]
IN life's merry morning, while maidens we are,We hurry and clatter about:
This day to an auction, to-night to a play,
To-morrow the op'ra and rout.
II
We go where we please, we talk as we sit,We can laugh, or be loud, or be still:
O, 'tis life's summer morn, 'tis the holiday time
When lasses may do what they will!
AIR III.
[LET smoke and shot fly o'er my head]
[I]
LET smoke and shot fly o'er my head,Let trade, and wealth, and friends be gone;
Let sheers be rusty, needle fled,
Now I'm a man—my sword is drawn.
II
Yes, I have found the ground whereinTrue glory's game I'll safely play;
My heart's the middle skittle-pin,
No common bowl can knock away.
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AIR IV.
[COME all ye beaux]
[I]
COME all ye beaux,In fine rich clothes,
Who tradesmen are trepanning,
And you shall own,
What's often known,
Your honours want japanning.
II
Ye gamesters great,Who ride in state,
Who're rich in many manors,
As my black ball
Can cover all,
Let me japan your honours.
III
Kept misses fineIn di'monds shine,
And scheme to take each man in;
T'cover a crack,
They sometimes lack
A little of my japanning.
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IV
I hold it good,Who sticks i'th' mud,
Should use my fine black ball, sirs;
Since now-a-days
We've dirty ways,
Ye want japanning all, sirs.
DUETTO V.
[BY the blush of the spring's ruddy morn]
HE.BY the blush of the spring's ruddy morn,
By the fragrance of sweet-breathing May,
By the dew-drop empearl'd on the thorn,
By the chirruping bird on the spray—
HE.
By the king-cup that gilds the green mead,
By the bee that the woodbine now sips,
By the flock—see where tinkling they feed,
By the life-touch from off thy sweet lips—
BOTH.
I swear by the jessamine bow'r,
I swear by the clouds that are blue,
I never will live to that hour,
The hour I am faithless to you.
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AIR VI.
[AT the Pantheon nam'd]
JOAN.AT the Pantheon nam'd,
By my foot I'll be sham'd,
Tho' glorious the night to recall;
With fine folks advancing,
We're stopp'd in our dancing,
And tumbled about—tol de rol.
PUNCH.
Joan! this thing or that,
Tol de rol, it's a cap;
The taste I'm sure all must extol:
Cap suppos'd, not express'd,
What my wife tho' likes best,
So here's my wife's tol de rol lol.
RECITATIVE.
[And I pronounce to-night I will dance a cowtillun]
JOAN.And I pronounce to-night I will dance a cowtillun,
With Deputy Dripping's son, 'Squire Muck Millon;
Tho' I vow I'm so fluster'd, I'm ready to faint,
And, bless me! I have not yet put on my paint.
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Paint, Joan! no, in that name you are wrong;
'Tis not paint, for 'tis rouge—that is the ton.
JOAN.
Much better than you sure, fine language I knows.
At boarding-school bred up, my impertinent spouse!
I'm a fine lady to grace the Pantheon.
PUNCH.
Yes, you're a fine lady—where owls set the fashion.
JOAN.
—Punch! don't put me in a passion,
For tho'f you're my husband, and husbands you know,
Like cyphers on coaches, are worn but for shew.
I am your wife, and a wife you shan't snub;
I scorn to call names, Punch, but you're a scrub.
I'll shew you—
PUNCH.
Ay do—
JOAN.
You're a wretch and a Tony.
PUNCH.
'Pon honour now I'm a true macaroni.
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I marry'd your mistress for better for worse;
But I swear from that day, ev'n unto this minute,
'Tis all worse and worse, and there's no better in it.
AIR VII.
[WHEN a man is marry'd, he's undone]
PUNCH.WHEN a man is marry'd, he's undone;
Wife,
Strife,
Such wretched life!
Mangling,
Wrangling,
Like bells jangling,
Holding,
Scolding,
'Tis the ton.
JOAN.
When a woman's marry'd, she's undone;
Then
Men,
Nine out of ten,
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Tearing,
Overbearing,
Drinking,
Sinking.
That's the ton.
BOTH.
He.
When a man is marry'd he's undone
She.
When a woman's marry'd she's undone
She.
Spouse,
He.
Blouze.
She.
Don't anger rouze,
Traitor!
He.
Creature!
She.
Such ill-nature!
Conscience!
He.
Nonsense!
She.
Sirrah, take that. Fight off.
He.
Hussey, take that. Fight off.
End of the Second Part.
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