Considering
these are only the Fruits of his leisure Hours, I don't know a prettier
Fellow, for no Man alive hath a more engaging Presence of Mind upon the
Road. Wat Dreary, alias Brown Will, an irregular Dog, who hath an underhand
way of disposing of his Goods. I'll try him only for a Sessions or two
longer upon his Good-behaviour. Harry Padington, a poor petty-larceny
Rascal, without the least Genius; that Fellow, though he were to live these
six Months, will never come to the Gallows with any Credit. Slippery Sam;
he goes off the next Sessions, for the Villain hath the Impudence to have
Views of Following his Trade as a Tailor, which he calls an honest
Employment. Mat of the Mint; listed not above a Month ago, a promising
sturdy Fellow, and diligent in his way; somewhat too bold and hasty, and
may raise good Contributions on the Public, if he does not cut himself
short by Murder. Tom Tipple, a guzzling soaking Sot, who is always too
drunk to stand himself, or to make others stand. A Cart is absolutely
necessary for him. Robin of Bagshot, alias Gorgon, alias Bob Bluff,
alias Carbuncle, alias Bob Booty.
Scene 4.
PEACHUM, MRS. PEACHUM.
MRS. PEACHUM. What of Bob Booty, Husband? I hope nothing bad hath betided
him. You know, my Dear, he's a favourite Customer of mine. 'Twas he made me
a present of this Ring.
PEACHUM. I have set his Name down in the Black List, that's all, my Dear;
he spends his Life among Women, and as soon as his Money is gone, one or
other of the Ladies will hang him for the Reward, and there's forty Pounds
lost to us for-ever.
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