GITTIPIN: |
[stands, gives PHILOSOPHERS a deadly look; walks to
center stage. PHILOSOPHERS' ears pick up on the words "pussy" and
"cock"]
This frog he would a-wooing ride,
Kitty alone--Kitty
alone--
This frog he would a-wooing ride:
Pussy alone & I.
Sing cock, I carry Kitty alone:
Kitty alone--Kitty
alone--
Cock, I cary Kitty alone:
Pussy alone & I. |
SCOPPRELL: |
Charming! Truly elegant! And I ask the Gods no more. [proudly
joins GITTIPIN] |
SIPSOP: |
Hang your serious songs. [raucous dance around the pub and in
the ears of the lovers] Fa ra so bo ro
Fa ra bo ra
Sa ba ra ra ba rare roro
Sa ra ra ra bo ro ro ro
Radara
Sarapodo no flo ro. |
QUID: |
To hell with Italian songs! Let's have English. English genius
for ever! [pushes SIPSOP into his chair and addresses the lovers]
Here I go:
Hail Matrimony, made of Love,
To thy wide gates how great a drove
On purpose to be yok'd
do come!
Widows & maids & Youths also,
That lightly trip on beauty's toe,
Or sit on beauty's
bum.
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