Set a sharp Jest
Against my breast,
Then how my Lungs do tickle!
As Nightingales,
And things in Cambrick rails,
Sing best against a prickle,
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
Bas. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ha.
Pas. Laugh.
Bas. Laugh.
Pas. Laugh.
Bas. Laugh.
Pas. Wide.
Bas. Loud.
Pas. And vary.
Bas. A smile is for a simpering Novice.