Volume 5 — A SONG.
Reading edition
Sung by Mrs. Cross in the Mock-Astrologer, Set by Mr. Ramondon.
[Listen]
WHY so pale and wan fond Lover? Prithee, prithee, Prithee why so pale: Will, when looking well can’t move her, Looking Ill, looking ill prevail? Why so dull and mute young Sinner? Prithee, prithee why so mute; Will, when speaking well can’t win her, Saying nothing, nothing do’t? Quit, quit for shame, this will not move, This cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot take her; If of her self she will not love, Nothing can, nothing can make her, The Devil, the Devil, the Devil, the Devil take her.
A Song occasioned by a Lady’s wearing a Patch upon a becoming place on her Face. Set by Mr. John Weldon.
[Listen]
THAT little Patch upon your Face Wou’d seem a Foil on one less Fair, Wou’d seem a Foil, wou’d seem a Foil, Wou’d seem a Foil on one less Fair: On you it hides a charming Grace, And you in Pity, you in Pity, You in Pity plac’d it there; On you it hides a Charming Grace, And you in Pity, you in Pity, In Pity plac’d it there. And you in Pity, Pity, And you in Pity plac’d it there.