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Aft I. The BEGGARs OPERA.
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Peach um, Mrs. Peach um.
Peach. Dear Wife, be a little pacified, Don't let yourPaflion run
away with your Senfes. Polly, I grant you, hath done a rafh thing.
Mrs. Peach. If me had only an Intrigue with the Fellow,
why the very heft Families have excus'd and huddled up a Frailty
of that fort. 'Tis Marriage, Hufband, that makes it a Blemifh.
Peach. But Monty, Wife, is the true Fuller's Earth for Re-
putations, there is not a Spot or a Stain hut what it can takeout.
A rich Rogue now-a-days is fit Company for any Gentleman ;
and the World, my Dear, hath not luch a Contempt for Roguery
as you imagine. I tell you, Wife, I can make this Match turn
to our Advantage.
Mrs. Peach. I am very fenfible, Hufband, that Captain Mae-
heath is worth Money, but I am in doubt whether he hath not
two or three Wives already, and then if he mould die in a Seffion
or two, Polly's Dower would come into Difpute.
Peach. That, indeed, is a Point which ought to be confider'd.
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A F,x may /leal your hi ens. Sir,
A JVhore your Health and Pence, Sir,
To'tr Daughter roh your Che'K Sir,
Your IFife may /leal your Re/?, Sir.,
A Thief your Goods and Plate.
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