If I were you, I would not, sir, be bitter,
Even to write the “Cynical Review”—
FRANK.
No, I should doubtless find flirtation fitter,
If I were you!
NELLIE.
Really! You would? Why, Frank, you’re quite delightful—
Hot as Othello, and as black of hue;
Borrow my fan. I would not look so frightful,
If I were you!
FRANK.
“It is the cause.” I mean your chaperon is
Bringing some well-curled juvenile. Adieu!
I shall retire. I’d spare that poor Adonis,
If I were you!
NELLIE.
Go, if you will. At once! And by express, sir!
Where shall it be? to China—or Peru?
Go. I should leave inquirers my address, sir,
If I were you!