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how will you come of with your Virgins.

Cons. That's to be thought of too. I'll go consider on't. You are bound for other Adventures, and so good night.

(Exit Constantia.

Enter Sir Toby, Philabell, Women and Musick.

Sir Toby spying Ang. My little Cupid, turn'd wanderer of Darkness, A Night Rover, An Eve-dropper under his Mistress's Window: Nay then thou'rt in indeed; there's no such infallible sign of a Lover.

Phil. A Lover can no more go to bed, without easing his heart in sighs under his Mistress's Window, then without comforting it afterwards with a Bottle.

Sir Toby. Behold, Lover, to your sighs I have brought a Song, 't shall pass for thy Serenade, to my Lady Dorimen, Hey Myrmidons strike up.

SONG.

WHile Phillis is Drinking, Love and Wine in Alliance
With Forces united, bid resistless Defiance,
By the touch of her Lips, the Wine sparkles higher,
And her Eyes from her drinking, redouble their fire.

Her Cheeky glow the brighter, recruiting their colour,
As Flowers by sprinkling, revive with fresh odour:
His dart dipt in Wine, Love wounds beyond curing,
And the Liquor like Oyl, makes the Flame more enduring.

By Cordials of Wine, Love is kept from expiring,
And our Mirth is enlivened, by Love and Desiring:
Relieving each other, the Pleasure is lasting,
And we never are cloy'd, yet are ever a tasting.

Then Phillis, begin; let our Raptures abound,
And a Kiss, and a Glass be still going round:
Our Joyes are Immortal, while thus we remove,
From Love to the Bottle, from the Bottle to Love.

Sir