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Ad I. The BEG GARs OPERA.
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Mach. My Hand, my Heart, my Dear, is fo riveted to thine,
that I cannot unloofe my Hold.
Polly. But my Papa may intercept thee, and then I mould Jofc
the very glimmering of Hope. A few Weeks, perhaps, may
reconcile us all. Shall thy Polly hear from thee?
Mach. Mu'ift I then go ?
Polly. And will not Abfence change vour Love ?
Mach. If you doubt it, let me flay — arid be hafjg'd.
Polly. O how I fear ! how I tremble! Go but when
Safety will give you leave, you will be fure to fee me again; for
'till then Polly is wretched.
A I R XVIII
O the Broom,
Mach. The Mifcr thus a Shilling fees, [Parting, and looking back
Which he's oblig'd to pay ac each othcr with fond
IVithfighs rcfigns if- by degrees,
Andjcars 'tis gone for ay.
nefs ; he at one Door^
fhe at thy other,
PoJJy. TJx. Boy, thus, zuhen his Sparrow' s flown,
The Bird in Silence eyes ;
Buifootias out of Sight 'tis gone,
JVhines, whij/ipers, fobs and cries.
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