A Dialogue supposed to be between a Eunuch Boy, and a Virgin. Sung by Bowen and Mrs Cross in a New Play called Ibrahim. Set to Music by Mr Daniel Purcell. Written by Mr Durfey and exactly engraved by Tho: Cross.  She. 
Fly, fly from my Sight, fly far a way, my Scorn, my Scorn thou'lt only Purchase by thy  Herald 
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'll root— t grow those pretty pretty pretty, pretty Eyes have Charmed me so, I cannot, cannot Stir, I cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot go, I cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot Stir, I cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot go, I cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot  She 
go, thou silly, silly Creature be advised, & do not, do not stay to be despised; by all, all, all my  Herald 
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 joys? The reason is, I only gues, by something 〈◊〉 thy Face &  Herald 
Voice▪ that thou, that thou art not made like other Boys; why I can kiss, & I can play, & tell a thousand pretty Tales▪ and I can sing the livelong day, if any other Talon fails, can sing, can sing the live long day, if any other Talon fails, can  She. 
sing, can sing the live long day, if any other Talon 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— by pleasures prove, as they can Sing so they can Love.  Chorus. She. 
 Herald 
No, no no poor boy no, no, no poor boy— no, no, no not I; Pish Pish oh fie no no not Why so can I & taste 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 fie no no not I you know you know you know you lie. 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.