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A New : Set by Mr. Henry Purcell, Sung by a Boy and Girl at the Playhouse.

He. Celemene, pray tell me, Pray, pray tell me Celemene, When those pretty, pretty, pretty Eyes I see, Why my Heart beats, beats, beats, beats in my Breast, Why, why it will not, it will not, why, why, it will not let me rest: Why this trembling, why this trembling too all o'er? Pains I never, pains I never, never, never felt before: And when thus I touch, when thus I touch your hand, Why I wish, I wish, I wish, I was a Man? She. How shou'd I know more than you? Yet wou'd be a Woman too. When you wash your self and play, I methinks could look all day; Nay, just now, nay, just now am pleas'd, am pleas'd so well, Shou'd you, shou'd you kiss me, I won't tell, Shou'd you, shou'd you kiss me, I won't tell. No, no I won't tell, no, no I won't tell, no, no I won't tell, Shou'd you kiss me I won't tell. He. Tho' I cou'd do that all day, And desire no better play: Sure, sure in Love there's something more, Which makes Mamma so bigg, so bigg before. She. Once by chance I hear'd it nam'd,      Don't ask what, don't ask what, for I'm asham'd:       Stay but till you're past Fifteen, Then you'll know, then, then you'll know what 'tis I mean,