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| Juno. | Stay! I, too, on land, have just a word to say:— Your 'family estate,'— |
| Proserpine. | Yes, Ceres' own, My mother's, hence the wondrous corn-crops grown! |
| Juno | Ay, but this piece of land towards the South, Unfortunately's at the river's mouth That through my garden runs;—which, it is clear, With 'trips to the sea-side' will interfere. And how can I so cheaply get my toys, Or cotton pinafores for all my boys?— While you will always have the chance to bring Actions against me for their trespassing, (Unruly lads they are, as e'er were born); 'Twill interfere, too, with my fav'rite corn,— So, on't I set my foot. |
| Proserpine. | Here, wait a minute, Don't be so hasty to put your foot in it.— There are some lands that next your garden lie,— The very thing your hedge to 'rectify',— And Isis, I am sure, apart from force, Would give it; wouldn't you, Isis? |
| Isis. | Oh, of course. To hear is to obey! |
