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|-valign="top" |width=40%|Pistoletta) |width=60%|Pray papa how far is it to London ? |-valign="top" |Popgun) |My Girl, my Darling, my favourite of all my Children, who art the picture of thy poor Mother who died two months ago, with whom I am going to Town to marry to Strephon, and to whom I mean to bequeath my whole Estate, it wants seven Miles. |- |colspan=2|  |- | colspan=2|Scene changes to Sun— |- | colspan=2|Enter Chloe and a chorus of ploughboys. |-valign="top" |width=40%|Chloe |width=60%|Where am I? At Hounslow.—Where go I? To London—. What to do? To be married—. Unto whom? Unto Strephon. Who is he? A Youth. Then I will sing a song. |}