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Harlequin'* Opera.
A I R V. Now comes on the Glorious Year.
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Arm, gentle Lor dings I arm again
Another Fleet, to fright the Main ;
The Shew will all our Vows obtain,
Without the Toil of Fighting:
The Navy, like the Court, will pine,
And Beauty grace the Battel Line',
To Seamen's Airs the Beaux incline,
And Seamen's Drefs delight in.
Smooth. I don't think, Captain Hackum, your Happinefs fo
certain as you feem to imagine ; for, to my certain Knowledge,
there is another Perfon, who has abundantly more Reafon to
expect Mrs. Foible than you,and who has received more Favours
Hack. Bipod and Thund/r ! Favours ! who dares dream of
Favours? I'll Keel-haul the Dog. I'll put him in the Bilboes
for a whole Voyage. I'll hang him up at the Yard-Arm.
Smooth. Don't be in a Paffion, noble Captain ; I only men-
tion'd the Pofiibility of Favours. I thought one might have in-
finuated one's own Happinefs, without provoking you.
Hack. Your Happinefs ! what, are you the formidable thing
that muft out-fail me in this Chace? Death ! you are no more to
me than a Dutch Fly-Boat to a Firft-Rate Man of War. But
I'll fooh lower your Topfails, I'll only ftep home to careen,
and then the Lady herfelf, like an Admiralty Judge, fhall deter-
mine the Prize.
SCENE VII. Smooth folus.
Smooth. Go thy Ways, Bully Heftor. I'll find a Means to
be revcng'a on this Triton, or lofe my Reputation with the
Ladies for ever. He a Man of Gallantry ! He win a fine
Lady ! the Monfter in the Tempeft might as reafonably expefi
it. But to my Comfort, I no fooner appear, but he is flighted
like an old Fafhion. AIR