A Devil on him, he may chance to plague me till night, and hinder my dear Assignation.
[Sings again.
La Nuit et le Sombre voiles
Coverie nos desires ardentes;
Et l’Amour et les Etoiles
Sont nos secrets confidents.
Beau. Pox on’t, how dull am I at an excuse? [Sets his Wig in the Glass, and sings.
A Pox of Love and Woman-kind,
And all the Fops adore ’em.
[Puts on his Hat, cocks it, and goes to her.