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SCENE VII.

LOVEGIRLO, GALLONO.
GALLONO.
And wilt thou leave us for a Woman thus!
Art thou Lovegirlo? Tell me, art thou he,
Whom I have seen the Saffron-colour'd Morn
With rosy Fingers beckon home in vain?
Than whom none oftner pull'd the pendent Bell,
None oftner cry'd, another Bottle bring;
And canst thou leave us for a worthless Woman?

LOVEGIRLO.
I charge thee, my Gallono, do not speak
Ought against Woman; by Kissinda's Smiles,
(Those Smiles more worth than all the Cornwall Mines)
When I drank most, 'twas Woman made me drink,
The Toast was to the Wine an Orange-Peel.

GALLONO.
Oh! wou'd they spur us on to noble Drink,
I too wou'd be a Lover of the Sex.
And sure for nothing else they were design'd,
Woman was only born to be a Toast.

LOVEGIRLO.
What Madness moves thy slander-hurling Tongue?
Woman! What is there in the World like Woman?
Man without Woman is a single Boot,
Is half a Pair of Sheers. Her wanton Smiles
Are sweeter than a Draught of cool small Beer
To the scorch'd Palate of a waking Sot.
Man is a Puppet which a Woman moves
And dances as she will—Oh! had it not
Been for a Woman, thou hadst not been here.

GALLONO.
And were it not for Wine—I would not be.
Wine makes a Cobler greater than a King;
Wine gives Mankind the Preference to Beasts,
Thirst teaches all the Animals to drink,
But Drunkenness belongs to only Man.

LOVEGIRLO.
If Woman were not, my Gallono, Man
Wou'd make a silly Figure in the World.

GALLONO.
And without Wine all Human-kind wou'd be
One stupid, sniveling, sneaking, sober Fellow.

LOVEGIRLO.
What does the Pleasures of our Life refine?
'Tis charming Woman.

GALLONO.
Wine.

LOVEGIRLO.
'Tis Woman.

GALLONO.
Wine.