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Scene II.
A dark Room.Juno.
Recitative.
Now, Master Jupiter, I'll catch you napping—
'Gad, you'll be finely hamper'd your own trap in.
Would every husband follow your example,
And take upon himself his own adorning,
No more would wives upon their trammels trample,
No more would stand the ancient trade of horning.
Air.
'Gad, you'll be finely hamper'd your own trap in.
Would every husband follow your example,
And take upon himself his own adorning,
No more would wives upon their trammels trample,
No more would stand the ancient trade of horning.
What wife but, like me,
Her husband would see
A rakehelly fellow, a ranter, a rover,
If, mistaking her charms,
He should die in her arms,
And lose the cold spouse in the warmth of the lover?
Recitative.
Her husband would see
A rakehelly fellow, a ranter, a rover,
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He should die in her arms,
And lose the cold spouse in the warmth of the lover?
Impatiently I wait—
Air.
Hark, hark! the God approaches,
He longs to ease his pain;
Oh, how this love encroaches
Through every trembling vein.
Oh, how my passion's rising,
And thumping in my breast!
'Tis something most surprising,
I shall be doubly blest.
Recitative.
He longs to ease his pain;
Oh, how this love encroaches
Through every trembling vein.
Oh, how my passion's rising,
And thumping in my breast!
'Tis something most surprising,
I shall be doubly blest.
He's here—Now prosper, Love, my undertaking.
I'll steal aside—I'm in a piteous quaking.
I'll steal aside—I'm in a piteous quaking.
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