A dialogue suppos'd to be between a evnuch boy and a virgin sung by Bowen and Mrs. Cross in a new play call'd Ibrahim / set to musick by Mr. Daniel Purcell ; written by Mr. Durfey ; and exactly engrav'd by Tho. Cross. Purcell, Daniel, 1660?-1717. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A36974 of text xxx in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing D2723). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A36974 Wing D2723 17018447 ocm 17018447 105802 2240849858

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A36974) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 105802) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1614:32) A dialogue suppos'd to be between a evnuch boy and a virgin sung by Bowen and Mrs. Cross in a new play call'd Ibrahim / set to musick by Mr. Daniel Purcell ; written by Mr. Durfey ; and exactly engrav'd by Tho. Cross. Purcell, Daniel, 1660?-1717. Cross, T. (Thomas) D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. 1 score (2 sheets) T. Cross, [London : 1698] Imprint suggested by Wing. First staff reads: Fly, fly from my sight ... Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Songs, English. eebo A dialogue suppos'd to be between a evnuch boy and a virgin sung by Bowen and Mrs. Cross in a new play call'd Ibrahim / set to musick by Mr. Daniel Pu Purcell, Daniel, 1660?-1717. 1698 2 534 1 0 0 250 0 0 46835.21 F The rate of 46835.21 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2003-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2003-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-09 Sampled and proofread 2003-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-10 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Dialogue suppos'd to be between a Evnuch Boy , and a Virgin . Sung by Bowen and Mrs Cross in a New Play call'd Ibrahim . Set to Musick by Mr Daniel Purcell . Written by Mr Durfey and exactly engrav'd by Tho: Cross. She.

Fly , fly from my Sight , fly far a way , my Scorn , my Scorn thou 'lt only Purchase by thy

He.

stay ; a way , a way , a way fond Fool , a way , a way , a way , a way , fond Fool , a way Dear ▪ dear Angel no , no , no , no , no , no , no , no , no , here on this place I 'le root — ted grow those pretty pretty pretty , pretty Eyes have Charm'd me so , I cannot , cannot Stir , I cannot , cannot , cannot , cannot go , I cannot , cannot , cannot , cannot Stir , I cannot , cannot , cannot , cannot goe , I cannot , cannot , cannot , cannot

She

goe , thou silly , silly Creature be advis'd , & do not , do not stay to be despis'd ; by all , all , all my

He.

actions thou may'st see , my heart can spare no room for thee : why , why dost thou hate me ▪ ah !

She

confess , thou sweet disposer of my Ioys ? The reason is , I only gues , by somthing 〈◊〉 thy Face &

He.

Voice ▪ that thou , that thou art not made like other Boys ; why I can kiss , & I can play , & tel a thousand pretty Tales ▪ and I can sing the live-long day , if any other Talent fails , can sing , can sing the live long day , if any other Talent fails , can

She.

sing , can sing the live long day , if any other Talent fails . Boast not thy Music , for I fear , that sing-ing gift has cost thee dear , each warb — ling Linnet on the Tree , has far a better , better , better Fate , a better fate than thee ; for thy life hap — py pleasures prove , as they can Sing so they can Love .

Chorus . She.

He.

No , no no poor boy no , no , no poor boy — no , no , no not I ; Pish Pish oh fye no no not Why so can I & tast loye's joy , why cannot I pray do but try , pray do but try do but try do but try pray pray do but I Pish Pish oh fye no no not I you know you know you know you lye . try do but try do but try do but try pray pray do but try I know no reason no reason why I know no reason no reason why .