ew_ SONG _in the Play call'd_, a DUKE and no DUKE. _Sung by Mrs._
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_Damon_ if you will believe me,
'Tis not sighing o'er the Plain;
Songs nor Sonnets can't relieve ye,
Faint Attempts in Love are vain:
Urge but home the fair Occasion,
And be Master of the Field;
To a powerful kind Invasion,
'Twere a Madness not to yield.

Tho' she vow's she'll ne'er permit ye,
Says you're rude, and much to blame;
And with Tears implores your pity,
Be not merciful for shame:
When the first assault is over,
_Chloris_ time enough will find;
This so fierce and Cruel Lover,
Much more gentle, not so kind.

_A_ SONG. _The Words made to a Tune of the late Mr._ Henry Purcell's.

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Drunk I was last Night that's poss,
My Wife began to Scold;
Say what I cou'd for my Heart's Blood,
Her Clack she wou'd not hold:
Thus her Chat she did begin,
Is this your time of coming in;
The Clock strikes One, you'll be undone,
If thus you lead your Life:
My Dear said I, I can't deny,
But what you say is true;
I do intend, my Life to mend,
Pray lends the Pot to Spew.

Fye, you Sot, I ne'er can bear,
To rise thus e'ery Night;
Tho' like a Beast you never care,
What consequence comes by't:
The Child and I may starve for you,
We neither can have half our due;
With grief I find, you're so unkind,
In time you'll break my Heart:
At that I smil'd, and said dear Child,
I believe your in the wrong;
But if't shou'd be you're destiny,
I'll sing a merry Song.

_The Gelding the Devil. Set by Mr._ Tho. Wroth.

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I met with the Devil in the shape of a Ram,
Then over and over the Sow-gelder came;
I rose and halter'd him fast by the Horns,
And pick'd out his Stones, as you would pick out Corns;
Maa, quoth the Devil, with that out he slunk,
And left us a Carkass of Mutton that stunk.

I chanc'd to ride forth a Mile and a half,
Where I heard he did live in disguise of a Calf;
I bound him and Gelt him e'er he did any evil,
For he was at the best but a young sucking Devil:
Maa, yet he cries, and forth he did steal,
And this was sold after for excellent Veal.

Some half a Year after in the Form of a Pig,
I met with the Rogue, and he look'd very big;
I caught at his Leg, laid him down on a Log,
E'er a Man could Fart twice, I made him a Hog:
Huh, huh quoth the Devil, and gave such a Jerk,
That a _Jew_ was Converted and eat of that Pork.

In Woman's attire I met hi