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ACT III.
Farewel Boots,
Farewel Boots and Warlike Pleasure,
I will stay with my Sweet-heart;
I will stay with my Sweet-heart.
Farewel Boots and Warlike Pleasure,
Honour calls, but we won't part.
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I will plunge in Beauty's Treasure:
Love will mend her,
I'll befriend her;
She to Joys shall soon surrender,
Youth and Duty gain the Fair.
Put no Boots on, soft Love do's whisper,
Put on none, but stay in Town.
Enter Macia.
Macia.
Betty, Mary, where are ye all?
Maid.
Here, Madam; did you call?
Macia.
Where are the Children?
Where I say?
Maid.
They are gone to Bed:
Or else to play.
Macia
Air. Anger for War declaring.
Girls, Girls, Girls,
Shou'd never go
Out of the House at all;
Girls, Girls, shou'd stay within,
And never be a Romping,
Or a Gadding;
Nor ever be for Play,
For Play, a Madding,
But shou'd some Needlework begin;
Nor Answer, No, No, No,
When they are bid to stay at home.
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Pray, be not so severe,
For, see, the Children do appear.
Air.
For, see, the Children do appear.
Come in a Doors, come in a Doors,
Or else I'll pay your Backs with Blows;
You'll run in the Street,
And so make your selves Wet,
And spoil all your Cloaths:
Tho' you have had Warning,
Your Duty's scorning,
You're not performing,
I read in your Face.
Or else I'll pay your Backs with Blows;
You'll run in the Street,
And so make your selves Wet,
And spoil all your Cloaths:
Tho' you have had Warning,
Your Duty's scorning,
You're not performing,
I read in your Face.
Nancia.
O, Madam, I have cause to moan,
My little Dog is lost, and gone.
Air.
My little Dog is lost, and gone.
My Fancy still is cross'd,
I can no Safety find,
My little Veny's lost,
And still runs in my Mind.
I'll search thro' all the Nation,
And, sure, that cannot fail,
To find my Inclination,
Good Money will prevail.
I can no Safety find,
My little Veny's lost,
And still runs in my Mind.
I'll search thro' all the Nation,
And, sure, that cannot fail,
To find my Inclination,
Good Money will prevail.
Macia.
You have done well, Mamma to fright,
I fear that I shall die e'er Night.
Nancia.
I beg you wou'd your Fears give o'er,
We never play'd this Trick before.
We never play'd this Trick before.
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Indeed we ha'n't,
No, no, nor sha'n't, &c.
No, no, nor sha'n't, &c.
Manet, Nancia. Enter Prunella.
Nancia.
Sister, for all your Pouts and Louring,
You must not think to 'scape a Scouring.
Air. ARSIN. O Love! O Love!
You must not think to 'scape a Scouring.
O brave! O brave! O brave!
You have gain'd a Whipping sure;
You must be Playing,
And be Staying,
From Home Straying:
My Mother hears you have been Abroad,
For which, she Vows she'll use the Rod.
You have gain'd a Whipping sure;
You must be Playing,
And be Staying,
From Home Straying:
My Mother hears you have been Abroad,
For which, she Vows she'll use the Rod.
Prunella.
Ah! it is a heavy Load,
To be forbid to go Abroad.
Air. In vain I fly, &c.
To be forbid to go Abroad.
In vain I Absence borrow,
They watch and tend me;
For here's my Sister Nancy,
Has taken up a Fancy,
To vex me, and displease me,
With Airs and Humours tease me;
But I'll not tarry,
But faith I'll marry.
They watch and tend me;
For here's my Sister Nancy,
Has taken up a Fancy,
To vex me, and displease me,
With Airs and Humours tease me;
But I'll not tarry,
But faith I'll marry.
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Among Women, &c.
Constant Weeping, want of Sleeping,
Makes me weary as a Dog;
Sighing, Reaching, Gaping, Stretching,
Throws me down like any Log.
Ah, that any honest Fellow
Wou'd bring here a good soft Pillow,
Then, instead of a Fair Lady's Lap,
You'd quickly see me fall into a Gape, Gape. Gape.
Macia
Air. Something is in my Face. CAMILL.
“This same Hoity toity,
“Of Love does delight you,
“And still does excite you,
“To throw away Time.
“Pleasure and Time,
“We are Courting,
“And Sporting,
“Fooling, and Cooling,
“You throw away Time,
“When Love, Heaven knows,
“Shou'd be proving of Time.
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