A Dialogue Song

Is it because I love you more
Than mortal man e'er lov'd before?
Is it your sport to use me so,
Will you not marry, Clara?

Clara.
No.
Why will you tease me ev'ry day,
When I've so often said ye, nay?
Have I not often bid you go?
Prithee now leave me, Clody.

Clody.
No.
Wou'd you then see poor Clody die,
Rather than with his suit comply?
Have you no feelings for my woe,
When I so dearly love you?

Clara.
No.
Were you in love all day to pine,
And at my door all night to whine,
My heart would still the harder grow;
Now will you follow Clara?

Clody.
No.
Since you're so savage and unkind,
I'll try some other maid to find;
But none shall ever treat me so,
For Clara has discharg'd me.

Clara.
No.
I hope my Clody does but rave;
Have I not been thy loving slave?
I was in joke, pray do not go;
Will you not Clara marry?

Clody.
No.
You've teas'd the humble mouse too long,
You've done your faithful Clody wrong,
Now to the winds my love I'll blow,
And heed no more your yes or no.

Clara.
Prithee, my Clody, do not go.

Clody.
Have you not, said too often, no.

Clara.
Are you not joking? sure you are!

Clody.
Have you not born the joke too far?

Clara.
But I will never more do so,
Say, will you not believe me.

Clody.
No.