Man. Once about him let us move,
To confirm him true to Love. [bis.
Pert. Twice with mystick turning Feet,
Make him silent and discreet. [bis.
Man. Thrice about him let us tread,
To keep him ever young in Bed. [bis.
Gives him another part.
Man. Forget Aminta’s proud Disdain;
Haste here, and sigh no more in vain,
The Joy of Love without the Pain.
Pert. That God repents his former Slights,
And Fortune thus your Faith requites.
Both. Forget Aminta’s proud Disdain;
Then taste, and sigh no more in vain,
The Joy of Love without the Pain,
The Joy of Love without the Pain.
[Exeunt all Dancers. Looks on himself, and feels about him.
Gay. What the Devil can all this mean? If there be a Woman in the Case—sure I have not liv’d so bad a Life, to gain the dull Reputation of so modest a Coxcomb, but that a Female might down with me, without all this Ceremony. Is it care of her Honour?—that cannot be—this Age affords none so nice: Nor Fiend nor Goddess can she be, for these I saw were Mortal. No—’tis a Woman—I am positive. Not young nor handsom, for then Vanity had made her glory to have been seen. No—since ‘tis resolved, a Woman—she must be old and ugly, and will not balk my Fancy with her sight, but baits me more with this essential Beauty.
Well—be she young or old, Woman or Devil, She pays, and I’ll endeavour to be civil.