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A DIALOGUE Between A Gypsie Boy, and a Girl.

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Designed for the STAGE.

Boy.]
All the Blessings of Mankind fall on thee, sweet Miss;
Shall I tell thee Good Fortune?—

Girl.]
I hate your black Phiz:
Whate're you pretend, I am sure you can see
By the Lines of my Hand no Good Fortune for me.

Boy.]
No, no, Child, I know by the Rules of my Art,
Thou bear'st thy Good Fortune—in some other Part;
You've a Mole, and a Dimple.—

Girl.]
I pray in what Place?

Boy.]
Why then to be plain—I mean not in thy Face.
Nay more, You're in Love, Child.—

Girl.]
How does that appear?
'Tis not with a Man.—

Boy.]
Yes, with ev'ry Man here.
At one Look I can see both within, and without thee,
Discover thy Thoughts, and all Things about thee.
Thy Shoes,—they are Turky—thy Stockings—

Girl.]
are Blue,

Boy.]
Thy Garters are Red.—

Girl.]
By this Light he says true:

Boy.]
And now I am in, by my Skill shall be shown
Who gave you the Ribbon to garter it on.

Girl.]
Sweet Gypsie, forbear.—

Boy.]
It all comes out, Miss.

Girl.]
Hold thy Tongue,—or I'll strike thee quite dumb—with a Kiss.

Boy.]
Nay since you provoke me, if I had a Mind,
I cou'd tell you to whom too you lately were kind,
Who rumpl'd, who tumbl'd, who cours'd you about,
Put his Hand in your Neck,—and made you squall out;
I know all as well as if I had seen ye,
When he caught you—

Girl.]
Ah hold—I think the Devil's in ye.