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Harlequin 5 * Opera.
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SCENE XVI. Foible, Prattle, Whim, and Trifle.
'Trifle. Madam, I am yours in all bounden Duty.
Whim. Lady, your mod humble Servant ; my Friend Trifle
here, by his Grotefque Compliment, had almoft made me re-
folve againft all Salutations whatever.
Foible. You are in your old Humour, Mr. Whim, I per-
ceive, of railing againft every Perfoifs Manners that are not
like your own.
Trifle. Verily, Madam, his own are fuch a Rarity, that no
body can produce any like them.
Whim. Then I prefent them to you, Mr. Butterfly, to a-
dorn your Collection of Wonders with.
Trifle. Truly, I can have but a Copy, and that will coft
more than 'tis worth.
Foible. I don't think fo, Mr. Trifle ; for he changes fo often,
that 'twould be almoft a Mirr.cle to have any Copy of him at
all.
Whim. 'Tis true, Madam, I change pretty often, but a La-
dy of Fafliion fo much oftner, that I can't, for my Life, keep
the Tally even.
A I R XVII. Ye Jacks of the Town.
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The Maid its her Prime, who frolicks with Time,
And follows Fancy flill,
As Fajhion will lead, as Appetite plead,
Like a Dial fets her Will; with a Hum, Hum.
But honeft old Time, that withers her Prime,
And changes all we fee,
Can't change for his Life, fo hard is the Strife,
Can't change fo faft as Jhe ; with a Hum.
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