Highly diverting Queen Mary, in the 4th Act of the second Part of Don Quixote; for a Clown and his Wife. Sung by Mr. Reading and Mrs. Ayliff. Set by Mr. Henry Purcell
In Orph. Britan.
He. SInce Times are so bad, I must tell you Sweet-Heart,
I'm thinking to leave off my Plough and my Cart;
And to the fair City a Journey will go,
To better my Fortune as other folk do:
Since some have from Ditches,
And course Leather Breeches,
Been rais'd, been rais'd to be Rulers,
And wallow'd in Riches;
Prithee come, come, come, come from thy Wheel,
Prithee come, come, come, come from thy Wheel,
For if Gypsies don't lye,
I shall, I shall be a Governor too, ere I dye.
She. Ah! Collin ah! Collin, by all, by all thy late doings I find,
With sorrow and trouble, with sorrow and trouble the pride of thy Mind:
Our Sheep now at random disorderly run,
And now, and now Sundays Jacket goes every day on;
Ah! what dost thou, what dost thou, what dost thou mean?
He. To make my Shooes clean,
And foot it, and foot it to the Court,
To the King and the Queen,
Where shewing my Parts I Preferment shall win.
