Duetto

"Donec gratus eram."

HORACE:

What time my Lydia owned me lord No Persian king had much on Horace; And when you blew my bed and board I was some sad, believe me, Mawruss.

LYDIA:

What time you loved no other She, Before this Chloë person signed you, I flourished like a green bay tree; Now I'm the Girl You Left Behind You.

HORACE:

This Chloë dame that takes my eye Has so peculiar an allurance I would not hesitate to die If she could cop my life insurance.

LYDIA:

Well, as for that, I know a gent With whom it's some delight to dally. With me he makes an awful dent; I'd perish once or twice for Cally.

HORACE:

Suppose our former love should go Into a new de luxe edition? Suppose I tie a can to Chlo, And let you play your old position?

LYDIA:

Why, then, you cork, you butterfly, You sweet, philandering, perjured villain, With you I'd love to live and die, Tho' Cally boy were twice as killin'.