MRS. PEACHUM. Well, Polly; as far as one Woman can forgive another, I
forgive thee.---Your Father is too fond of you, Hussy.
POLLY. Then all my Sorrows are at an end.
MRS. PEACHUM. A mighty likely Speech in troth, for a Wench who is just
married!
Air X.---Thomas, I cannot, &c.
POLLY.
I. like a Ship in Storms, was tost;
Yet afraid to put in to Land:
For seiz'd in the Port the Vessel's lost,
Whose Treasure is contreband.
The Waves are laid,
My Duty's paid.
O joy beyond Expression!
Thus, safe a-shore,
I ask no more,
My All is in my Possession.
PEACHUM. I hear Customers in t'other Room: Go, talk with 'em, Polly; but
come to us again, as soon as they are gone---But, hark ye, Child, if 'tis
the Gentleman who was here Yesterday about the Repeating Watch; say you
believe we can't get Intelligence of it till to-morrow. For I lent it to
Suky Straddle, to make a figure with it to-night at a Tavern in Drury-
Lane. If t'other Gentleman calls for the Silver-hilted Sword; you know
Beetle-brow'd Jemmy hath it on, and he doth not come from Tunbridge
'till Tuesday Night; so that it cannot be had 'till then.
Scene 9.
PEACHUM, MRS. PEACHUM.
PEACHUM.
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