Strephon (sighing). And for years you've been first in my mind!
Chloe (aside). My! Isn't it nice to be courted like this?
I believe I could buy 'em both up with a kiss!
Corydon (gloating). Love, you dance just as Perdita danced!
You must be a Princess in disguise.
Strephon (aside). And not long since he swore that she pranced
Likes a clown who contends for a prize.
Chloe (bridling). Me a Princess? Oh la! that's your fun.
You know that my feyther was Hodge!
Strephon (aside). Of course; but, providing she's won,