Am I surpris'd to see thee here with her, This strumpet Lydia? Oh so nice a girl! From thy demeanour I can but infer That I be quartz and she the rarest pearl!

Is't true she's easier to adore than I? My baby, wantest thou of me no more When Lydia's warm of arm and wide of thigh? Her smile like La Gioconda's I deplore!

Oh nay! I rightly must my falsehood chide, Since Lydia's of the kind to challenge thee Where I would slap thee down then run and hide, So treat her right, I ask thee verily.