Margery ; Or, A Worse Plague than the Dragon A Burlesque Opera |
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Margery ; Or, A Worse Plague than the Dragon | ||
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SCENE III.
The Desart.Moore and Mauxalinda embracing.
DUETTO.
Maux.
Moore.
Enter Lady Moore with Constable, Guards,
&c. and surprizes 'em.
Maux.
By these Arms, that round thee twine
Like the ever-circling Vine:
By this tender fond Embrace,
Nothing shall my Love efface.
Like the ever-circling Vine:
By this tender fond Embrace,
Nothing shall my Love efface.
Moore.
By the Nectar, which I sip
From thy soft and ruby Lip,
Never, never will I leave thee,
Never, never more deceive thee.
From thy soft and ruby Lip,
Never, never will I leave thee,
Never, never more deceive thee.
Lady.
So, so, my pretty Turtles, are you there—
I've caught you napping, as Moss caught his Mare.
Sir, that's your Prisoner—
[To Constable.
Now, my Lady Stock,
[To Maux.
You shall mill Dolley at the Hempen-Block.
[Mauxalinda is carried off; Moore strives to follow, but is prevented by his Lady.
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I'll teach you to run rambling after Beauty.
DUETTO.
Lady.
O ungrateful! to deceive me,
Thus to rob me of Content.
Moore.
O most hateful! leave me, leave me,
You my Anger but augment.
Lady.
Faithless Traytor!
Moore.
Plague of Nature!
Lady.
Where's your Conscience?
Moore.
Curse your Nonsense!se!
Let me go, Let me go.
[Struggling.
Lady.
No, no, no; No, no, no.
O ungrateful, &c.
[Exeunt.
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