The deceiver deceived a comedy , as 'tis now acted by His Majesty's servants at the theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Fields.

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The deceiver deceived a comedy , as 'tis now acted by His Majesty's servants at the theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Fields.
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Pix, Mary, 1666-1720.
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London :: Printed for R. Basset...,
1698.
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A Dialogue in the fourth Act, between Mr. Bowman and Mrs. Bracgirdle: The words by Mr. Durfey and set by Mr. Eccles.

He.
WHen will Stella kind and tendre Rcompense Fidele amour, You min heart have made me rendre, If yours come not in retour Blank despair I can't defendre No, no, no, I can't defendre Grie mst kill tout les jours
She.
How can Damon love another Who believes himself so fine, He may talk and keep a pother. But to change can ne'er incline So much Charm must slight all other Ay, ay, ay, must slight all other, He believes himself so fine.
He.
Then adieu false Esperanza, Tout le plasire de beau jours Stella's heart keeps at a distance, And disdains le cher effort, She mon Ame will ne'•••• advance, No, no, no, will ne'er advance Cruel death then prend mon cor.
She.
You a Beau and talk of dying 'Tis a Cheat I'll ne'er believe, You've such life in self enjoying Death's a word you can't forgive Go, improve decit and lying Ay, ay, ay, but name not dying, That's a Cheat I'll ne'er believe.

CHORUS

He.
When will you prove me to know The truth of a passionate eau.
She.
How shall I prove you to know The truth of a flashy Town-Beau.
He.
By the groans and the tears of the wretch.
She.
By his Paint, and his Powder and Patch.
He.
By his Mouth, and his very good Teeth.
She.
By his Sighs, and his very bad Breath.
He.
By his Eyes, and the air of his Face.
She.
When he ogles and looks like an Ass.
He.
Morbleu ma cher each part my truth will show.
She.
Mon fo, mon fou I never can think so.
He.
Morbleu, &c.
She.
Mon fou, &c.
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