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Oh ! suppress that magic sound, 

 Which destroys without a wound. 



Peace, Chloris, peace ; or singing die, 

 That together you and I 



To heaven may go : 



For all we know 

 Of xvhat the blessed do above 

 Is, that they sing, and that they love. 



Pise. Well remembered, Brother Peter ; these 

 verses came seasonably, and we thank you heartily. 

 Come, we will all join together, my Host and all, 

 and sing my Scholar's Catch over again, and then 

 each man drink the tother cup and to bed, and 

 thank God we have a drv house over our heads. 



Pxsc. Well now, Good night to every body. 



Pet. And so say I. 



Ven. And so say I. 



Cor. Good night to you all ; and I thank you. 



Pise. Good morrow, Brother Peter ! and the like 

 to you, honest Coridon. Come, my Hostess says 

 there is seven shillings to pay : let's each man drink 

 a pot for his morning's draught, and lay down bis 

 two shillings ; that so my Hostess may not have oc- 

 casion to repent herself of being so diligent, and 

 using us so kindly. 



Pet. The motion is liked by every body, and so 

 Hostess, here's your money : We Anglers are all 



