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THE BEGGAR’S OPERA.
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' PEACHUM.
Make yourfelf a little eafy: I have a thought (hall
foon fet all matters again to rights. Why fo melancho¬
ly, Polly ? fmce what is done cannot be undone, we
muft all endeavour to make the heft of it.
MR.IS PEACHUM.
Well, Polly, as far as one woman can forgive another,
I forgive thee—Your father is too fond of you, huffy.
POULY.
Then all my forrows are at an end.
MRIS PEACHUM.
A mighty likely fpeech in troth, for a wench who is
juft married.
A I R X. Thomas, I cannot, df.
POLLY.
7, like a Jbip in ftorms, nvaj toft.
Yet afraid to put into land;
Ftr, feiz'd tn the port, the vejfel's loji
Whofe treafure is ceunterband.
The waves are laid.
My duty's paid;
0 jot beyond expreftion!
Thus, Cafe a floor e,
1 aft no more-.
My all is in my pftffion.
PEACHUM.
I hear cuftomers in t’other room ; go talk with ’em
Polly; but come to us again as foon as they are gone!
—But, hark ye, child, if ’tis the gentleman who was
here yefterday about the repeating-watch, fay, you be¬
lieve we can’t get intelligence of it till to-morrow. For
I lent it to Suky Straddle, to make a figure with it to¬
night at a tavern in Drury-lane. If t’other gentleman
calls for the filver-hilted fword, you know beetle-brow’d
Jemmy hath it on, and he doth not 'come from Tun-
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