A Dialogue Sung at a Play, by a Eunuch Boy, and a Girl.
She. FLY, fly from my sight, fly far away,
My scorn thou'lt only purchase by thy stay,
Away, away, away fond Fool away.
He. Dear, dear Angel no,
Here on this place i'll rooted grow,
Those pretty, pretty Eyes,
Has charm'd me so,
I Cannot, cannot stir, I cannot, cannot go.
She. Thou Silly, silly creature, be advis'd,
And do not, do not stay to be despis'd;
By all my Actions, thou may'st see,
My Heart can spare no room for thee.
He. Why, why dost thou hate me, ah, confess
Thou sweet disposer of my Joys?
Why I can Kiss, and I can play,
And tell a thousand pretty tales;
Can Sing, can sing the livelong day,
If any other Talent fails.
She. Boast not thy Musick, for I fear,
Thy singing Gift, has cost thee dear;
Each warbling Linnet on the Tree
Has far a better Fate than thee:
For they Life's happy pleasures prove,
As they can sing, so they can Love.
He. Why so can I,
She. No, no, no poor Boy:
He. Why, why cannot I?
She. The reason is, I only guess
There's something in thy Face and Voice,
That thou'rt not made like other Boys,
No, no poor Boy.
He. Pray do but try, do but try, &c.
I know no reason, no reason why?
She. You know, you know, you know you Lye.
