But dat one song--it tell me noting.

Can she Haendel sing ?" "That I know not, but I'll warrant she'll not be a dunce with Purcell.
And you must admit, doctor, that your George Frederick Handel is much beholden to our Henry Purcell." "Vat ?" cried Pepusch a little angrily.

"Nein--nein.

Haendel the greatest composer of music in de vorld is." "I grant you his genius but he comes after Purcell.

Have you heard Purcell's setting of 'Arise, ye subterranean winds ?' If not, I'll get Leveridge to sing it.