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Sung by the Slaves in the Second Act.
I.
Now let the chearful Glass go round,And brisk Falernian Wine abound:
The Lovers Pains,
The Tyrants Chains
Are quite forgot, and in our Cares are drown'd.
II.
The Slave, with sprightly Wine elate,Laughs at his Master's haughty State.
Then drink about,
We'll see it out,
And smile at the Cares of the Day:
We'll wish for Success,
And hope Happiness,
There's nothing, no, nothing to Pay.
FINIS.
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