Duet.—Strephon and Phyllis.
| Streph.
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If we're weak enough to tarry
Ere we marry,
You and I,
Of the feeling I inspire
You may tire
By and bye.
For Peers with flowing coffers
Press their offers—
That is why
I think we will not tarry
Ere we marry,
You and I!
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| Phyl.
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If we're weak enough to tarry
Ere we marry,
You and I,
With some more attractive maiden,
Jewel-laden,
You may fly.
If by chance we should be parted,
Broken hearted
I should die—
So I think we will not tarry
Ere we marry,
You and I!
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| Phyl.
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But does your mother know you're— I mean, is she aware of an engagement?
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| Iol.
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She is—and thus she welcomes her daughter-in-law! (kisses her).
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| Phyl.
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She kisses just like other people! But the Lord Chancellor!
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| Streph.
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I forgot him! Mother, none can resist your fairy eloquence: you will go to him, and plead for us?
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| Iol.
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(Much agitated.) No, no, impossible!
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| Streph.
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But our happiness—our very lives, depend on our obtaining his consent!
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| Phyl.
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Oh, madam, you cannot refuse to do this!
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