I never go to the Tavern with a Man, but in the View of Business. I
have other Hours, and other sorts of Men for my Pleasure. But had I your
Address, Madam----
MACHEATH. Have done with your Compliments, Ladies, and drink about: You
are not so fond of me, Jenny, as you use to be.
JENNY. 'Tis not convenient, Sir, to shew my Fondness among so many Rivals.
'Tis your own Choice, and not the Warmth of my Inclination that will
determine you.
AIR XXIII.--All in a misty Morning, &c.
Before the Barn-Door crowing,
The Cock by Hens attended,
His Eyes around him throwing,
Stands for awhile suspended.
Then one he singles from the Crew,
And cheers the happy Hen;
With how do you do, and how do you do,
And how do you do again.
MACHEATH. Ah Jenny! thou art a dear Slut.
TRULL. Pray, Madam, were you ever in keeping?
TAWDRY. I hope, Madam, I han't been so long upon the Town, but I have met
with some good-fortune as well as my Neighbors.
TRULL. Pardon me, Madam, I meant no harm by the Question; 'Twas only in
the way of Conversation.
TAWDRY. Indeed, Madam, if I had not been a Fool, I might have liv'd very
handsomely with my last Friend. But upon his missing five Guineas, he turn'd
me off. Now I never suspected he had counted them.
SLAMMEKIN. Who do you look upon, Madam, as your best sort of Keepers?
TRULL.
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