Clo. Unkind it is indeed, may it prove so
To all that wish its presence,
And pass as soon away,
That welcome Night may re-assume its place,
And bring you quickly back.
Fred. With great impatience I’ll expect that Hour,
That shall conduct me in its Shades to thee;
Farewel.
Clo. Farewel, Sir, if you must be gone. Sighs.
Fred. One Kiss, and then indeed I will be gone. Kisses her.