----I wish all our Quarrels might have so comfortable a Reconciliation.
POLLY. I have no Excuse for my own Behaviour, Madam, but my Misfortunes.
----And really, Madam, I suffer too upon your Account.
LUCY. But, Miss Polly----in the way of Friendship, will you give me leave
to propose a Glass of cordial to you?
POLLY. Strong-Waters are apt to give me the Head-Ache----I hope, Madam,
you will excuse me.
LUCY. Not the greatest Lady in the Land could have better in her Closet,
for her own private drinking.----You seem mighty low in Spirits, my Dear.
POLLY. I am sorry, Madam, my Health will not allow me to accept of your
Offer----I should not have left you in the rude manner I did when we met
last, Madam, had not my Papa haul'd me away so unexpectedly----I was indeed
somewhat provok'd, and perhaps might use some Expressions that were
disrespectful.----But really, Madam, the Captain treated me with so much
Contempt and Cruelty, that I deserv'd your Pity, rather than your
Resentment.
LUCY. But since his Escape, no doubt all Matters are made up again.----Ah
Polly! Polly! 'tis I am the unhappy Wife; and he loves you as if you were
only his Mistress.
POLLY. Sure, Madam, you cannot think me so happy as to be the object of
your Jealousy.----A Man is always afraid of a Woman who loves him too well--
--so that I must expect to be neglected and avoided.
LUCY. Then our Cases, my dear Polly, are exactly alike. Both of us indeed
have been too fond.
Air XLIX.
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