1$ The VILLAGE OPERA. Ad I.
AIR XIIL Sweet are the Charms of her I love, ^c.
Rof. Ohl Ull usy Cupid, heav'nly Boy^
Gentle Gad of f aft Defire;
Why doji thou mix with Paia thy jQyl
And 'various Pajions thus infpire}
Say, when the Soul in Rapture ftrays^
Deluded with its eafy Thrall;
Oh, Love ! does this thy Triumph raife,
To dap the pleafing Cup with Gall ?
Rof. There IS' — -
Betty, Who?
Rof. Colin. You colour, Girl ; why fo frighted?
Betty. Colour! why, that Fellow is the Ghoft of ~I
don't know who ; let us run in ; for there is no ftaying longer in
a Place where Spirits walk at Noon-day. \Exeunt.
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