Is for the wench by far too good.
Batter her doors, her windows shiver,
That’s all the serenade I’d give her!
Brander. [striking the table]
Gentlemen, hear! only attend to me,
You’ll see that I know how to live.
If love-sick people here there be,
To honour them, I’m bound to give
A song brim-full of the most melting passion.
I’ll sing a ditty of the newest fashion!