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Ang. Or, as for Ladies with Pimples to encourage Patching.
L. Dor. Pray let us see the Dance. (they all rise.
Ang. Hey! Enter Dance.
Phil. Where are these Balladins?
Dance.
Ang. And will not this carry the Lady, d'ye think?
L. Dor. Very Passionate indeed. There are some certain motions in Dancing, extreamly Pathetick and Expressive.
Enter Sir Toby and Bellamour.
Sir Toby. You see Madam, I am come again; I am a Man of my word.
L. Dor. You are always so—Mr. Bellamour, your Servant. Wou'd you had both come sooner, to have seen the Dance.
Ang. Let not that trouble you, Madam; they are my Friends and at my Devotion, and shall renew the Entertainment, since it proves agreeable to you. Ladies and Gentlemen, the t'other cast of your Office if you please.
SONG.
She Vows, she'll never more be Coy.
She Drinks Eternal Draughts of Pleasure,
Eternal Draughts do not suffice;
Ah! Give me, give me more, she Cryes,
'Tis all too little Measure.
For who but Fools would Pleasure fly,
Like Corinna, when you've tasted,
You'll repent that e'er you fasted.
