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|Pistoletta)||Pray papa how far is it to London ?|
|Popgun)||My Girl, my Darling, my favourite of all my Children, who art the picture of thy poor Mother who died two months ago, with whom I am going to Town to marry to Strephon, and to whom I mean to bequeath my whole Estate, it wants seven Miles.|
|Scene changes to Sun—|
|Enter Chloe and a chorus of ploughboys.|
|Chloe||Where am I? At Hounslow.—Where go I? To London—. What to do? To be married—. Unto whom? Unto Strephon. Who is he? A Youth. Then I will sing a song.|
I go to Town
And when I come down,
I shall be married to Streephon.*
*Note the two e's.