Wine can clear
The Vapours of Despair
And make us light as Air;
Then drink, and banish Care.
I can't bear, Child, to see you in such low Spirits.----And I must persuade
you to what I know will do you good.----I shall now soon be even with the
hypocritical Strumpet. [Aside.
Scene 9.
POLLY.
All this Wheedling of Lucy cannot be for nothing.----At this time too! when
I know she hates me!----The Dissembling of a Woman is always the Forerunner
of Mischief.----By pouring Strong-Waters down my Throat, she thinks to pump
some Secrets out of me,----I'll be upon my Guard, and won't taste a Drop of
her Liquor, I'm resolv'd.
Scene 10.
LUCY, with Strong-Waters. POLLY.
LUCY. Come, Miss Polly.
POLLY. Indeed, Child, you have given yourself trouble to no purpose.----
You must, my Dear, excuse me.
LUCY. Really, Miss Polly, you are as squeamishly affected about taking a
Cup of Strong-Waters as a Lady before Company. I vow, Polly, I shall take it
monstrously ill if you refuse me.----Brandy and Men (though Women love them
ever so well) are always taken by us with some Reluctance----unless 'tis in
private.
POLLY. I protest, Madam, it goes against me.----What do I see! Macheath
again in Custody!----Now every Glimm'ring of Happiness is lost.
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