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SCENE VI.
Goosecap, Simon, Betty.Simon.
And, Mistress Betty, now we're cool,
Is't thus you serve me—
Goose.
Out you fool.
Simon.
I'll be reveng'd for't, never stir.
Betty.
Come, you must raise his wages, Sir.—
A better mistress than a wife
You'll find me, Simon.
Goose.
Here, my life,
Receive my hand.
Betty.
And take you mine.
A. 2.
Darts, flames, joy, ecstacy divine!
Goose.
My heart's a forge where Beauty's son,
Young Cupid and his mam are;
There his darts she moulds,
And the anvil holds;
The little urchin beats them on,
Ton, ton, ton, ton.
Hark! don't you hear his hammer?
Betty.
We always find our parish clock
To the same motion sticking.
So my heart's to you
In its motion true:
First at my breast you made it knock,
Toc, toc, toc, toc:
Hark! don't you hear it clicking?
Goose.
My love!
Betty.
My dove!
Goose.
My chicken.
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Betty.
So well, I vow,
Words are to weak to tell you how.
Goose.
Good lack!
Betty.
I'fack!
A. 2.
What is it ails me?
Somewhat assails me,
That thrills and disorders;
'Tis pleasure that borders
On pain.
Yet I swear by this kiss,
And by this, and by this,
I'd rather endure it,
Than soften or cure it,
And cherish it while I complain.
Goose.
Now I'll go buy the wedding-ring.
A. 2.
And then we'll love, and dance and sing,
And frisk and play,
Both night and day,
Like any thing.
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