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A Dialogue in the fourth Act, between Mr. Bowman and Mrs. Brac••girdle: The words by Mr. Durfey and set by Mr. Eccles.
He.
WHen will Stella kind and tendre
R••compense 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•• m••st 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 dec••it 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.