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Harlequin'* Opera;
AIR XXI. Bright Amelia.
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If e'er, in Honour of the Fair,
A Lover bleeding lies;
'the fatal Wound, the dire Defpair,
In Pity, tune fome moving Air,
And lull him as he dies.
And truly in my Opinion, that's Confolation enough for a
Lover.
SCENE, XVI. Foible, Prattle, Whim, Trifle,
and Hackum.
Hack. Madam, by your Leave [kijfes Foible.] yours moft
heartily Ah hah! Are you there, my little Tender? \kiffcs
Prattle.] Gentlemen what Cheer! Pgad, for my parr, I am as
tir'd of Eating and Drinking, as of the Rains on the Coaft of
Guinea, or Calms in the South-Sea.
Foible. Then I fuppofe, Captain, you pray for A&ion now,
innVad of your Daily-Bread.
Hack. Blood, Madam, I have prayM for it as heartily as ever
I did for a frefli Gale, or a fmooth Sea ; a Weather Shore, or
Frelh- Water ■ But no more of that, I don't care to
lofe my Commiflion, for let me tell you, a Captain without
his Commiflion, is like a Blunderbul's without Powder.
AIR

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