Brain. You might command me, sir; for I sing too en cavalier: but—
Limb. But you would be entreated, and say, Nolo, nolo, nolo, three times, like any bishop, when your mouth waters at the diocese.
Brain. I have no voice; but since this gentleman commands me, let the words commend themselves.
[Sings.
My Phillis is charming—
Limb. But why, of all names, would you chuse a Phillis? There have been so many Phillises in songs, 061 I thought there had not been another left, for love or money.
Brain. If a man should listen to a fop![Sings.
My Phillis—
Aldo. Before George, I am on t'other side: I think, as good no song, as no Phillis.
Brain. Yet again!—My Phillis—[Sings.
Limb. Pray, for my sake, let it be your Chloris.
Brain. [Looking scornfully at him.] My Phillis— [Sings.
Limb. You had as good call her your Succuba.