These parlours in the sky
Are much like houses in Soho, so high.
I’m out of breath, and she’s out too, it’s clear,
I’ve had my climb for nothing. (Sees Coquettina.)
(Approaching her) Ah, she’s here!
My dainty duck! my lamb, my tender chicken!
The cherries on those lips are worth the pickin’.
I must take one, though she may fume and flounce,
She’ll not object as Mrs. General Bounce.
(is about to kiss her, she starts up.)