Fid. But hark ye, Mr. Gingle, is it proper to play before the Wedding?
Gin. Ever while you live, for many a time in playing after the first night, the Bride’s sleepy, the Bridegroom tir’d, and both so out of humour, that perhaps they hate any thing that puts ‘em in mind they are married.
[They play and sing.
Enter Phillis in the Balcony, throws ‘em Money.
Rise, Cloris, _charming Maid, arise!
And baffle breaking Day,
Shew the adoring World thy Eyes
Are more surprizing gay;
The Gods of Love are smiling round,
And lead the Bridegroom on,
And_ Hymen _has the Altar crown’d.
While all thy sighing Lovers are undone.
To see thee pass they throng the Plain;
The Groves with Flowers are strown,
And every young and envying Swain
Wishes the hour his own.
Rise then, and let the God of Day,
When thou dost to the Lover yield,
Behold more Treasure given away
Than he in his vast Circle e’er beheld_.
Bel. Hah, Phillis, Leticia’s Woman!
Ging. Fie, Mrs. Phillis, do you take us for Fiddlers that play for Hire? I came to compliment Mrs. Leticia on her Wedding-Morning because she is my Scholar.
Phil. She sends it only to drink her Health.