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- GITTIPIN:
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[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:
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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:
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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.