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AIR I. Del take the Wars.
2)eV take the Slut that fnauhes Harry from me,
Whom the "Drayman bravely fought 5
T'hat very Hour he did overcome me,
And a$ 'double ViBory go/.
Above a hundred Hearts did dance for Joy, ■
And eke a hundred tongues did praife
T'he nimble Strength he did employ $
But mine, alas, my Heart did 'blaze.
<?heh his Skin fo white did pine,
Jlnd as foft it felt as mine,
When J "carefully 'M^toy Apron Vmd
About his wounded Head,
And, kiffingme, he [aid,
For this thy Care,
' <Dear Peggy, here I fwear,
T'hou wilt for ever \ dwell in 'R&nfs,Mind.
But fure I han ? t loft the Cunning of my Sex, to let
her go thus fwimmingly into his Arms! No, I'll war-
rant i prevent her : And the next Pleaftire a Woman
has, after making her own Sport, is fpoiling another's.
Oh, Jiere comes'hpr Father.
Jinter Melton.
Mel Dear Mrs. Welfleet, good Morrow. How many
Veffelscame in this Morning? Has my Daughter dealt
for any Thing?
Teg. Y6ur Daughter ! Yes, yes, your Daughter has
dealt 5 and dealt you fuch a Hand, 'twill make your
Heart ake to play it out.
Mel. What do you mean ?
Teg. What do I mean? 1 find there is no more
Sincerity in one in a low Station, than in the moft
{lately Office. You are as faithlefs as Mr. Trim, the
Common-Council-Man, prov'd to me, who paid me
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