A Dialogue suppos'd to be between a Eunuch Boy, and a Virgin.
Sung by Bowen and Mrs. Cross in a New Play call'd Ibrahim.

She.

[...] FLy, fly from my sight, fly far a╌way, my scorn, my scorn thou'lt on╌ly Purchase by thy stay; a╌way, away, a╌way fond Fool, a╌way, a╌way, away, a╌way, fond Fool, a╌way.

He.

[...] Dear, dear Angel, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, here on this place I'le root╌ted grow; those pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty Eyes have Charmd me so, I cannot, cannot stir, I cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot goe; I cannot, cannot, cannot [Page 2] cannot stir, I cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot goe, I cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot goe.

She.

[...] Thou silly, silly Creature be advis'd, and do not, do not stay to be despis'd; by all, all, all my actions thou may'st see, my heart can spare no room for thee:

He.

[...] why, why dost thou hate me? ah! confess, thou sweet dis╌poser of my Joys?

She.

[...] The Reason is, I on╌ly guess, by something in thy Face and Voice, that thou, that thou art not made like o╌ther Boys;

He.

[...] Why I can Kiss, and I can Play, and tell a thousand [Page 3] pret╌ty Tales, and I can Sing the live-long Day, if a╌ny other Talent fails, can Sing, can Sing the live-long Day, if a╌ny other Talent fails, can Sing, can Sing the live-long Day, if a╌ny other Talent fails.

She.

[...] Boast not thy Musick, for I fear, that Sing╌ing gift has cost thee dear, each war╌bling Lin╌net on the Tree, has far a better, better, better Fate, a better Fate than thee; for thy life hap­py pleasures prove, as they can Sing so they can Love.

He.

[...] Why so can I,

She.

[...] No, no, no poor Boy,

He.

[...] why, why cannot I, why cannot I,

She.

[...] No, no, no poor Boy;

He.

[...] pray do but try,

She.

[...] No, no, no not I; (Pish) (Pish) Oh fye;

He.

[...] pray do but try, do but try, do but try,

She.

[...] no, no not I; (Pish) (Pish) Oh fye;

He.

[...] pray, pray do but try, do but try, do but try, do but try, pray, pray do but try,

She.

[...] no, no not I;

He.

[...] I know no reason, no rea╌son why, I know no reason, no rea╌son why.

She.

[...] You know, you know, you know you lye.

London, Printed for Henry Playford, and sold at his Shop in the Temple-Change, Fleetstreet. 1696.

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