(And so on, ad infinitum, until all the supes are used up; the supes can probably supply their own language of the above kind.)
(Windows shut. Enter JULIETTE, from window.)
JENKINS. Fair JULIETTE!
JULIETTE. Beautiful JENKINS!
JENKINS. Lovest thou CRUSOE? (She rests on his bosom.)
JENKINS. But SNUBS, the widower? Ha, Ha! Ho, Ho!
JULIETTE. (Sings:)
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I never loved him in my life, I never loved his baby, I'll slip out some dark night, And marry JENKINS, maybe. |
JENKINS. (Sings:)
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Pretty maid, if I kiss, Will you faint away, Will you cry for your pa, Pretty maiden, say? If I press dainty lips, Will you make a screech? If you do, I'll away, And you cannot peach. Pretty maid, do not faint, Charming little belle, Mind you now, pretty maid, Do not kiss and tell. |