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FRANK.

How is it, Umpire? Though the motto's

thread-bare,

"Cœlum non animum"—is, I take it, true.

JACK.

"Souvent femme varie,” as a rule, is truer ;

Flattered, I'm sure, but both of you romance. Happy to further suit of either wooer, Merely observing-you haven't got a chance.

LAWRENCE.

Yes. But the Pipe

FRANK.

The Pipe is what we care for,

JACK.

Well, in this case, I scarcely need explain, Judgment of mine were indiscreet, and there

fore,

Peace to you both. The Pipe I shall retain.

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IF I were you, when ladies at the play, sir, Beckon and nod, a melodrama through, I would not turn abstractedly away, sir, If I were you!

FRANK.

If I were you, when persons I affected,

Wait for three hours to take me down to Kew

I would, at least, pretend I recollected,
If I were you.

NELLIE.

If I were you, when ladies are so lavish,

Sir, as to keep me every waltz but two,

I would not dance with odious Miss M'Tavish, If I were you!

FRANK.

If I were you, who vow you cannot suffer
Whiff of the best,-the mildest "honey-dew,"
I would not dance with smoke-consuming Puffer
If I were you!

NELLIE.

If I were you, I would not, sir, be bitter,
Even to write the "Cynical Review";—

FRANK.

No, I should doubtless find flirtation fitter,
If I were you!

Really!

NELLIE.

You would!

quite delightful,—

Hot as Othello, and as black of hue;

Borrow my fan. I would not look so frightful,

If I were you!

Why, Frank, you're

FRANK.

“It is the cause." I mean your chaperon is Bringing some well-curled juvenile. Adieu! I shall retire. I'd spare that poor Adonis,

If I were you!

NELLIE.

Go, if you will. At once! And by express, sir Where shall it be? To China-or Peru? Go. I should leave inquirers my address, sir, If I were you!

FRANK.

No, I remain. To stay and fight a duel
Seems, on the whole, the proper thing to do ;—
Ah, you are strong,—I would not then be cruel,
If I were you!

NELLIE.

One does not like one's feelings to be doubted,

FRANK.

One does not like one's friends to mis

construe,

NELLIE.

If I confess that I a wee-bit pouted?—

FRANK.

I should admit that I was piqué, too.

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Ask me to dance! I'd say no more about it, If I were you!

NELLIE.

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