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. She. 
FLy, fly from my sight, fly far a╌way, my scorn, my scorn thou'lt on╌ly Purchase by thy stay; a╌way, away, a╌way fond Fool, a╌way, a╌way, away, a╌way, fond Fool, a╌way.  Herald 
Dear, dear Angel, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, here on this place I'll root╌ted 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 go.  She. 
Thou silly, silly Creature be advised, and do not, do not stay to be despised; by all, all, all my actions thou may'st see, my heart can spare no room for thee:  Herald 
why, why dost thou hate me? ah! confess, thou sweet dis╌poser of my Joys?  She. 
The Reason is, I on╌ly guests, by something in thy Face and Voice, that thou, that thou art not made like o╌ther Boys;  Herald 
Why I can Kiss, and I can Play, and tell a thousand pret╌ty Tales, and I can Sing the livelong Day, if a╌ny other Talon fails, can Sing, can Sing the livelong Day, if a╌ny other Talon fails, can Sing, can Sing the livelong Day, if a╌ny other Talon fails.  She. 
Boast not thy Music, for I fear, that Sing╌ing gift has cost thee dear, each war╌bling Lin╌net on the Tree, has far a better, better, better Fate, a better Fate than thee; for thy life happy pleasures prove, as they can Sing so they can Love.  Herald 
Why so can I,  She. 
No, no, no poor Boy,  Herald 
why, why cannot I, why cannot I,  She. 
No, no, no poor Boy;  Herald 
pray do but try,  She. 
No, no, no not I; (Pish) (Pish) Oh fie;  Herald 
pray do but try, do but try, do but try,  She. 
no, no not I; (Pish) (Pish) Oh fie;  Herald 
pray, pray do but try, do but try, do but try, do but try, pray, pray do but try,  She. 
no, no not I;  Herald 
I know no reason, no rea╌son why, I know no reason, no rea╌son why.  She. 
You know, you know, you know you lie.   

London, Printed for Henry Playford, and sold at his Shop in the Temple-Change, Fleetstreet. 1696.