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SCENE VII.

Enter Nerina and Delbo.
Ner.
Delbo, if thou wilt not Woe me,
Prithee spare a single Kiss;
Good Faith, it is a Wrong you do me,
To deny so small a Bliss.

Delbo.
And you, perhaps, believ'd
So easie to find Pity;
O Lips you are deceiv'd,
You are not yet so pretty.

Ner.
Prithee knit no more thy Brows,
Frowns disgrace
A charming Face,
And but make us Pastime lose:
Put on a little dimpling Smile;
Pleasing Looks the Heart beguile.

Del.
The more you entreat,
The more 'twill be so:
I shall ever repeat,
No, no, no, no.