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S C E N E IX. Merit and Sprightly.
AIR VIII. Bury Fair.
Spright. With folded Hands and watry Eye,
The pcnfive Lover flood,
And now furvey'd the Willow 'tree,
And now the pajjing Flood.
But while he pans d upon the Brink,
Clarinda laughing loud,
Direfts him to the Willow tree,
Or bids him cbufe the Flood.
Awak'd by her insulting Airs,
While Anger thriWd his Blood,
He bravely fcom'd the Willow "Trec^
And left thepajjing Flood.
Why Merit, what a lamentable, whining, miferable Lover art
thou grown of late ? The exad Copy of J)ulcinea\ moft pro-
found Adorer, the very Quijcet of true Arte&ion and everlaft-
ing Conftancy till Death. Really my Coufin Foible is the
very Emblem of Cruelty, to negledt fo true a Turtle. -—Poor
Creature ! I am afraid you'll die of the Engl'tjh Difeafe at laft;
youll certainly hang your felf, and be brought in Lunatick, by
the Coroner's Inqueft: Then the doleful Elegies on your Un-
doing ! The forfaken 'Squire's Garland ! Englijh Ope-
ras ! And the Two Children in the Wood. — Ha ! ha ! ha I
Mer. Faith, Mrs. Sprightly, this is quite unmerciful ; you
overpower me wilh your Raillery ; you are as keen as the
North-wind, in a March Morning, and almoft as loud ; while
J, like a duck'd Scold, have fcarce Breath or Courage to make
you an Anfwer a Lover, I perceive, is grown a greater
Rarity than a Ghoft; he appears but once an Age, and then is
gaz'dar as a Prodigy. Upon my Lfe, at this rate, I fhall
* expect

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