Dulcamara

Adi: Marry me, carry me, off we go, my hand Belcore take! Bel: I fear, my dear, this party here, objection has to make! Nem: Agony! bragany more I can’t, for utterly I’m put out! Bel: I see that he, decidedlee, is done, without a doubt. Only say, you’ll name the day, Delaying it were folly, O! Adi: Of this we’ll speak on this day week, And all will then be jolly, O! Nem: I thought that she was fond of me, But now she loves this Pollio! Bel: It pleases me, a wee to see, This party melancholy, O! Bel: (to Nemorino) Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man, Get ye gone as soon as ye can. Adi: (to Nemorino) Understand, you're in the way, So get ye gone to Botany Bay. Adi and Bel: Botany, Botany, Botany, Botany, Get ye gone to Botany Bay Discarded Nemorino!