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Scen. 3.
Enter again the Vintress and Drawer with Wiue and Fruit.Vintress.
How is it Noble Ladies?—Your Honours
shall want no rarities that our Store-house may afford
you.
Caveare.
A Glass of Muscadella for me. Here Madam
Fricase, to Mounsieur Florello.
Fricase.
This Curt'sie, Madam, must not beget in you a
forgetfulness of Caranto.
Caveare.
So nearly hee's embosom'd, you need not
fear it.
Julippe.
Nectarella for me; here princely Joculette to
your Salibrand.
Joculette.
Mean time remember loyal Palisado.
Julippe.
No Individual can be well forgot.
Medler.
Medæa shall be mine.—This Madam Tinder
to your Tilly Vally.
Tinder.
First to your own Morisco:—So this Health's
gone round.
Fricase.
Now when our throats are clear, let's joyn together
In some choice Musical Air.
All.
Agreed, agreed;
What shall we have?
Fricase.
What may enliven love,
And feather fancy with Icarian Wings.
All.
We must be mounting then.—Your Subject,
Madam.
Fricase.
Le Drollere Amaranto.
All.
Dainty Airs.
And lines to suit them:—We shall follow you.
Song in various Airs.
And lines to suit them:—We shall follow you.
What shall we poor Ladies do,
Matcht to Shallops without brains,
Whose Demains are in grains,
And their wits in madding veins,
Stor'd with Neapolitan Mains?
Give us spritely Sprigs of Manhood,
None of these Swads nor airy Squibs,
Who would fain do but cannot.
Matcht to Shallops without brains,
Whose Demains are in grains,
Stor'd with Neapolitan Mains?
Give us spritely Sprigs of Manhood,
None of these Swads nor airy Squibs,
Who would fain do but cannot.
Poor Ladies how we dwindle!
They alter the ayr upon the close of every Stanza.
Who can spin without a Spindle?
Valor never learn'd to tremble,
But in Cupids dalliance nimble.
Little good does that stud with a Stallion,
Fancies Alien, weakly joynted,
Meanly manned, worse appointed,
Who would do if he knew how,
But alas he would but cannot.
Valor never learn'd to tremble,
But in Cupids dalliance nimble.
Little good does that stud with a Stallion,
Fancies Alien, weakly joynted,
Meanly manned, worse appointed,
Who would do if he knew how,
But alas he would but cannot.
Penelope though she were chaste,
Yet she bad her Spouse make haste,
Lest by his sojourning long,
She might chance to change her Song,
And do her Ulysses wrong;
What then may we who matched be
With these Haggards madly manned,
Who would gladly do but cannot?
Yet she bad her Spouse make haste,
Lest by his sojourning long,
She might chance to change her Song,
And do her Ulysses wrong;
What then may we who matched be
With these Haggards madly manned,
Who would gladly do but cannot?
Shall our youthful hopes decline;
Fade and perish in their Prime:
And like forc'd Andromeda
Estrang'd from Fancies Law!
Shall we Wives and Widows be,
Bound unto a Barren Tree?
Fade and perish in their Prime:
And like forc'd Andromeda
Estrang'd from Fancies Law!
Shall we Wives and Widows be,
Bound unto a Barren Tree?
Ushers come and Aple-Squires
To compleat our free desires:
Platonicks there be store
Fitly fram'd and train'd to man it.
Bavin once set a fire
Will not so soon expire;
Let's never stay with such as they,
Who gladly would but cannot.
To compleat our free desires:
Platonicks there be store
Fitly fram'd and train'd to man it.
Bavin once set a fire
Will not so soon expire;
Let's never stay with such as they,
Who gladly would but cannot.
Shall we love, live and feel no heat.
While our active Pulses beat?
Shall we hug none of our own,
But such as drop from th'Frigid Zone?
Let's rather bid old Love adieu,
And ith' Requests suit for some New
Who have the heart to man it:
Tell us not this nor tell us that,
A Kid is better then a Cat,
And though he show we know not what,
He cannot.
While our active Pulses beat?
Shall we hug none of our own,
But such as drop from th'Frigid Zone?
Let's rather bid old Love adieu,
And ith' Requests suit for some New
Who have the heart to man it:
Tell us not this nor tell us that,
A Kid is better then a Cat,
And though he show we know not what,
He cannot.
Fricase.
As I'm a Virgin, Ladies, bravely perform'd;
Once more Frontineack, and then a Walk.
She drinks.
This Wine wants Flavour, Sapor, Odour, Vigour;
Taste it, dear Madam, 'tis as pall and flat
As a seer Fly-flap.
Drawer.
Our last years Vintage, Madam, was but small.
Caveare.
It seems so by your measure: this would never
Quicken the Spirit, nor inflame the Blood.
One of the Ladies looking out, discovers their deserted Knights attired like their Favorites: with their Cloaks over their faces.
Lady.
They come, they come, they come.
All.
Let's entertain them with a joynt neglect.
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