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She Would if She Cou’d IV ii: She’s as frolic and free, / As her Lovers dare be, / Never aw’d by a foollish Punctilio; / She’l not start from her place, / Though thou nam’st a black Ace, / And will drink a Beer-glass to Spudilio. She Would if She Cou’d II i: Sure, by that little mincing step they Shou’d be Country Fillies that have been breath’d At Course a Park, and Barly-Break. She Would if She Cou’d I i: Ay! Ay! you may venture to bolt now. She Would if She Cou’d III ii: How now old Boy! She Would if She Cou’d I ii: I seldom brag, Lady, but for a true Cock of The Game, little Joslin dares match with the best of ’em. She Would if She Cou’d V i: What a miraculous come off this is, Madam!. She Would if She Cou’d II i: aria: Now if these should prove two men of War That are crusing here, to watch for Prizes. gatty: Would they had courage enough to set upon Us; I long to be engag’d. She Would if She Cou’d I i: I admire thy impudence, I could never have had the face to have wheadled the poor knight so. She Would if She Cou’d III iii: Let us get ’em To lay aside these masking Fopperies, and then We’ll fegue ’em in earnest. [...] Love and Wenching are Toys, / Fit to please beardless Boys, / Th’are sports we hate worse than a Leaguer; / When we visit a Miss, / We still brag how we kiss, / But ’tis with a Bottle we fegue her. She Would if She Cou’d III i: Indeed it is the Principle of most good women that love Gaming, When they begin to grow a little out of play Themselves, to make an interest in some Young Gamester or other. She Would if She Cou’d III iii: A poor Fidler [...] takes more delight in scraping / Upon his old squeaking Fiddle, then I do in fumbling / On that domestick Instrument of mine. She Would if She Cou’d IV ii: Hey Jilts! they are as good at it Already, as the old one i’faith. She Would if She Cou’d III iii: She’s so bonny and brisk, / How she’d carvet and frisk, / If a man were once mounted upon her! / Let me have but a leap / Where ’tis wholesom and cheap / And a fig for your Person of Honour. She Would if She Cou’d III iii: She’s so bonny and brisk, / How she’d carvet and frisk, / If a man were once mounted upon her! She Would if She Cou’d IV ii: If a Leveret be better meat then an old Puss. She Would if She Cou’d V i: Pray Heav’n he be not jealous of your Ladiship, finding you abroad so unexpectedly; if He be, we shall have a sad hand of him when he Comes home, Madam. She Would if She Cou’d I i: ’Sdeath, why did you not tell him I was busie? She Would if She Cou’d I i: ’Slid, I know not how proud You are. She Would if She Cou’d I ii: ’Slife, do’st thou think we come here to be Mew’d up. She Would if She Cou’d III ii: For he that would have a Wench kind, / Ne’re smugs up himself like a Ninny. She Would if She Cou’d II i: Thou may’st as reasonably expect, that an old Rook should bring a young Snap acquainted with his Bubble. She Would if She Cou’d III i: This last unlucky bus’ness has so distasted These young Trouts, they will not be so easily Tickl’d as they might have been.