"Then listen to thy lover's vows,
Nor of vain scruples tell us;
Why care a pin about your spouse—
Confound him!—is he jealous?"
"Go, get you gone, you naughty man,
Nor dare attempt my virtue;
I hide my blushes with my fan,
Yet I've no wish to hurt you."
Then, gay Lothario! persevere—
Still urge thy passion brisker;