A New Dialogue: Set by Mr. Henry Purcell, Sung by a Boy and Girl at the Playhouse.
He. Celemene, pray tell me,
Pray, pray tell me Celemene,
When those pretty, pretty, pretty Eyes I see,
Why my Heart beats, beats, beats, beats in my Breast,
Why, why it will not, it will not, why, why, it will not let me rest:
Why this trembling, why this trembling too all o'er?
Pains I never, pains I never, never, never felt before:
And when thus I touch, when thus I touch your hand,
Why I wish, I wish, I wish, I was a Man?
She. How shou'd I know more than you?
Yet wou'd be a Woman too.
When you wash your self and play,
I methinks could look all day;
Nay, just now, nay, just now am pleas'd, am pleas'd so well,
Shou'd you, shou'd you kiss me, I won't tell,
Shou'd you, shou'd you kiss me, I won't tell.
No, no I won't tell, no, no I won't tell, no, no I won't tell,
Shou'd you kiss me I won't tell.
He. Tho' I cou'd do that all day,
And desire no better play:
Sure, sure in Love there's something more,
Which makes Mamma so bigg, so bigg before.
She. Once by chance I hear'd it nam'd,
Don't ask what, don't ask what, for I'm asham'd:
Stay but till you're past Fifteen,
Then you'll know, then, then you'll know what 'tis I mean,
