Gal. All’s wondrous rich,—gay as the Court of Love, But still and silent as the Shades of Death; —Hah—Musick! and excellent! [Soft Musick whilst they speak. Pox on’t—but where’s the Woman?—I need no preparation.—
Cor. No, you are always provided for such Encounters, and can fall to sans Ceremony,—but I may spoil your Stomach. [A Song tuning.
Gal. A Voice too! by Heaven, and ‘tis a sweet one: Grant she be young, and I’ll excuse the rest, Yet vie for Pleasure with the happiest Roman.
[The Song as by Laura, after which soft Musick till she enters.
The SONG by a Person of Quality.
_Farewel the World and mortal Cares,
The ravished Strephon cry’d,
As full of Joy and tender Tears
He lay by Phillis’ side:
Let others toil for Wealth and Fame,
Whilst not one Thought of mine
At any other Bliss shall aim,
But those dear Arms, but those dear Arms of thine.
Still let me gaze in thy bright Eyes,
And hear thy charming Tongue;
I nothing ask t’increase my Joys,
But thus to feel ‘em long.
In close Embraces let us lie,
And spend our Lives to come;
Then let us both together die,
And be each other’s, be each other’s Tomb_.
—Death, I’m fir’d already with her Voice—
Cor. So, I am like to thrive.—
Enter Julio.