Nancy. On my Dearest to recline,
While his hand is lock'd in mine,
In those eyes myself to view,
Gazing still, and still, on you,

In thy arms while thus I'm blest,

Of ev'ry joy I am possess'd.

(While they are embracing, the Lieutenant enters with his Gang,

and presses him.)

Dread-nought. Sung by Mr. Laguerre.

Sir, you must learn

another Song to sing: Come,

(All this while she makes a great struggle to get to her Lover, but

Air IV. A Dialogue after the manner of Horace.
Sung by Mr. Salway and Mrs. Lampe.

Daughter, you're too young to mar-ry, 'Tis too soon to be