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very extraordinary success he met with from public encouragement made an ample amends, both with respect to sfaction and omolument, for those private disappointments : for, in the season of 1727 - 28, appeared bis Beggar's Ta, the success of which was not only unprecedented, but almost incredible, It had an uninterrupted run in Lonof sixty-three nights in the first season, and was renewed in the ensuing one with equal approbation. It spread all the great towns of England; was played in many places to the thirtieth and fortieth time, and at Bath and tol bfly; made its progress into Wales, Scotland, and Ireland, ia which last place it was acted for twenty-four sucive nights, and last of all it was performed at Minorea. Nor was the fame of it confined to the reading and reentation alone, for the card-lable and the drawing-room shared with the theatre and the closet in this respect; ladies carried about the favourite songs of il engraven on their fan-mounts, and screens and other pieces of furniwere decorated with the same. Miss Fenton, who acted Polly, though till then perfectly obscure, became all al ► the idol of the lawn; her pictures were engraven, and sold in great numbers ; her life written ; books of letters verses to her published ; and pamphlets made of even her very sayings and jests; pay, she herself was received lo ation, ia consequence of which she, before her death, attained the bighest rank a female subject can acquire, being ried to the Duke of Bolton. In short, the satire of this piece was so striking, so apparent, and so perfectly adapled he taste of sll degrees of people, that it even for that scason overthrew the Italian opera, that Dagon of ile nobiand gentry, which had so long seduced them to idolatry, and which Denois, by the labours and outeries of a wholo and many other writers, hy the force of reason and reflection had in vain endeavoured to drive from the throne ublic taste. Yet the Herculean exploit did this little piece al once bring to its completion, and for some time red the devotion of the town from an adoration of merc sound and show, to the admiration of, and relish for, true e and sound anderstanding. The profils of this piece were so very great, both to the aothor and Mr. Rich tho ager, that it gave rise to a qnibble, which became frequent in the mouths of many, viz. That it had made Rich gay, Gay rich, and we have heard it asserted, that the author's own advantages from it were not less than two thou
pounds. In consequence of this success, Mr. Gay was induced to write a second part to it, which he entitled r. But, owing to the disgust subsisting between him and the court, together with the misrepresentations made of
as having been the author of some disatleeled libels and seditious painphlets, a charge which, however, he warmly rows in his preface to this opera, a prohibition of it was sent from the Lord Chamberlain, at the very time when y thing was in readiness for the rehearsal of it. This disappointment, however, was far from being a' buss to the or; for, as it was afterwards confessed, even by his very best friends, to be in every respeel infinitely inferior to irst pari, it is more than probable, that it might have failed of that great success in the representation which Mr. might promise himself from it; whereas the profits arising from the publication of it afterwards in quarto, in conince of a very large subscription, which this appearance of persecution, added to the author's great personal interest ared for him, were al least adequate to what could have accrued to him from a moderate run, had it been repred. He afterwards new wrote The Wife of Bath, which was the last dramatic piece by him that made its apince during his life; hia opera of Achilles, the comedy of the Distrest IV ise, and his farce of The Rehearsal al ham, being brought on the stage or published after his death. Besides these, Mr. Gay wrote many very valuable . in verse; among which his Triviu; or, The Art of walking in the Streets of London ; though one of his first cal attempis, is far from being the least considerable; but, as among his dramatic works, his Beggar's Opera did st, and per baps ever will, stand as an unrivalled masterpiece, so, among his poetical works, his Fables hold the rank of estimation: the lat'er baving been almost as universally read as the former was represented, and both ly admired. It would therefore be superfluous here to add any thing further to these self-reared monuments of ime as a poel. As a man, he appears in have been morally amiable. His disposition was sweet and aflable, his er geaerous, and his conversation agreeable aud entertaining. He had indeed one foible, too frequently incident to of great literary abilities, and which subjected him at times to inconveniences, which otherwise he needed not to experienced, viz. an excess of indolence, which prevented him from exertiog the full force of his Jalents. He was, ver, not inattentive to the means of procuring an independence, in which he would probably have succeeded, had is spirits been kept down by disappointments. He had, however, saved several thousand pounds at the time of his , which happened at the house of ihe Duke and Dutchess of Queensberry in Burlington Gardens, in December
He was interred iu Westminster Abbey, and a monument erected to his memory, at the expense of his aforo nned noble benefactors, with an inscription expressive of their regards and his own deserts, and an epitaph in by Mr. Pope; bat, as both of them are still in existence, and free of access to every one, it would be imperto repeat either of them in this place.
BEGGAR'S OPERA, y John Gay, Acted at Lincoln's Inn fields. The great success of this piece has rendered its merits sufficiently
It was written in ridicule of the musical Italian drama, was first offered to Cibber and his brethren al Drury and by them rejected. Of the origin and progress of this new species of composition, Mr. Spencer has given a in in the words of Pope: "Dr. Swift had been observing once to Mr. Gay, what an odd pretty sort of thing a ate pastoral might make. Gay was inclined to try at sach a thing for some time; but afterwards thonght it would Ier to write a comedy on the same plan. This was what gave rise to The Beggar's Opera. He began on it; her first he mentioned it to Swift, the doctor did not much like the project. As he carried it on, he showed loth of us, and we now and then gave a correction, or a word or two of advice; but it was wholly of his own 8. When it was done, neither of us thought it would succeed. We showed it to Congreve, who, after reading F, said, it would either take greatly, or be damned confoundedly. We were all at the first night of it, in very incertainty of the even!, till we were very much encouraged, by over hearing the Duke of Argyle, who sat in the ox to us, say, 'It will do ; it must do ; I see it in the eyes of them." This was a good while before the first
over, and so gave us ease soon : for that Duke (besides his own good taste) has a particular knack, as any, ono in discovering the taste of the pablic. He was quite right in this, as usual; the good-nature of the audience ed stronger and stronger every act, and ended in a clamour of applause." Many persons, however, have decried ece; written, and even preached in the pulpit, against it, from mistaking the design of it; which was, not to bend the characters of highwaymen, pick pockets, and strumpets, as examples to be followed, but to show that nciples and behaviour of many persons in what is called high life were no better than those of highwaymen,
sharpers, and strumpels. Nor can these characters be seductive to persons in low life, when they see that they Il expect to be hanged. 'Tis what we must all com: to, says one of them; and it is a kind of miracle, if they le six months in their evil courses, This fellow, says Peachum, if he were to live these six months, would never ► the gallows with any grace. The women of the town are far from being made desirable objects; since they
shown to be pickpockets and shoplifiers, as well as ladies of pleasure ; and so treacherous, that even those who padest of Macheath, at the very time they are caressing bim, are beckoning behind his back to the thief-taker Ostables to lay hold of him. Sir Robert Walpole was frequently the subject of Mr. Gay's satire. The minister pr, was not deterred from attending the performance of the poet's Beggar's Opera. Being in the stage boxes at
representation, a most universal encore allended the following air of Lockit, and all eyes were directed on the ir at the instant of its being repeated : hen you censure the age,
If you mention vice or bribe cautious and sage,
'Tis so pat to all the tribe, st the courtiers offended should be:
That each cries, That was levell d as me! bert, observing the pointed manner in which the audience applied the last line to him, parried the thrust by g it with his single voice; and thus not only blunted the poetical shaft, bat gained a general huzza from tho DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
JEMMY TWITCHER, EILCH.
holden to women, than all the professions be
sides. SCENE I. - Peachum's House.
AIR.-FILCH. PEAČAVM sitting at a Table, with a large 'Tis woman that seduces all mankind; Book of Accounts before him.
By her we first were taught the wheedling ari
Her very eyes can cheat; when most she's him Through all the employments of life,
She tricks us of our money, with our bearts Each neighbour abuses. his brother:
For her, like wolres by night, we roam for pro Whore and rogue, they call husband and wise: And practise every fraud to bribe her chara All professions be-rogue one another.
For, suits of love, like law, are won by The priest calls the lawyer a cheat;
And beauty must be feed into our arms, The lawyer be-knaves ihe divine;
Peach. But make haste to Newgate, And the statesman, because he's so great, Thinks his trade is as bonest as mine. and let my friends know wbat I intend;
I love to make them easy, one way or anota A lawyer is an honest employment, so is Filch. When a gentleman is long kept mine. "Like me too, he acts in a double ca- suspense, penitence may break his spirit pacity, both against rogues, and for them; after. Besides, certainty gives a man a for dis but fitting, that we should protect air upon his trial, and makes him risk anely and encourage cheats, since we live by them. without fear or scruple. But I'll away,
'tis a pleasure to be a messenger of com Enter Filch.
to friends in affliction. Filch. Sir, Black Moll has sent word, her
Peach. But it is now bigh time to trial comes on in the afternoon, and she hopes about me, for a decent execution against you will order matters so as to bring her off. sessions. I hale a lazy rogue, by whom
Peach. Why, as the wench is very active can get nothing till he is hanged. A regel and industrious, you may satisfy her that I'll of the gang. [Reading] Crook-fingerd soften the evidence.
a year and a half in the service Filch. Tom Gagg, sir, is found guilty.
me see, how much the stock owes to his Peach. A lazy dog! When I took him, dustry; -One, two, three, four, five the time before, I told him what he would walches, and seven silver ones. A mic come to, if he did not mend his band. This clean-handed fellow! sixteen snuff-boses, is death, without reprieve. I may renlure to of them of true gold, six dozen of hand book him; [Writes] for Tom Gage, forty chiefs, four silver-bilted swords, ball-a-dom pounds 2). Let Betty Sly know, that
I'll save of shirts, three tie-perriwigs, and a piece her from transportation, for I can get more broadcloth. Considering these are only by her staying in England.
fruits of his leisure hours, I don't know Filch. Belly bath brought more goods to prettier fellow; for no man alive hath am our lock this year, than any five of the gang; engaging presence of mind upon the road and, in truth, "lis pity to lose so good a cus- Wat Dreary, alias Brown Will-an irreg
dog; who bath an underhand way of disposing Peach. If none of the gang takes her off), his goods2); I'll try him only for a sense she may, in the common course of business, or two longer, upon bis good behavior live a iwelvemonth longer. I love to let wo-Harry Paddington - a poor pelly-lara men 'scape. A guod sportsman always lets rascal, without the least genius!' that tell the hen-partridges fly, because the breed of though he were to live these sis monils the game depends upon them. Besides, here never come to the gallows with any credito the la allows us no reward: there is nothing Slippery Sam-he goes off the next sessing to be got by the death of women-except our for the villain hath the impudence to wives. Filch. Witbout dispute, she is a fine wo- he calls an honest employment, - Vale's
views of following his trade as a tailor, man! 'Twas to her I was obliged for my Mint-listed not abore a month ago education. To say a bold word, she has mising, sturdy fellow, and diligent in his trained up more young fellows to the busi- somewhat too bold and basly, and may ness, than the gaming-table. Peach. Truly, Fich, thy observation is not cut binuself short by murder)!
good contributions on the public, if he right. We and the surgeonss) are more be-Tipple-a guzzling, soaking sot
, who 1) Blood money, as it is called, or the sum paid to any ways too drunk to stand bimself, or lo
one for the conviction of a person who has commited others stand 5) a cart 4) is absolutely necese? a robbery. Peachum's character has, unfortunalely,
but too many traits of what is done every day in London. 1) Sells his stolen goods to other people. 2) Marries her.
2) Get hanged for murdering some perros. 3) The bodies of those hanged for murder, are given over 3) The highway-robbers putting a pistol o gert
to the surgeons for dissection.
and desiring you to stand, come upon you
him.-Robin of Bagshot, alias Gorgon, What business bath he to keep company 'as Bluff Bob, alias Carbuncle, alias with lords and gentlemen ? he should leave 1b Booty
them to prey upon one another.
| Peach. Upon Polly's account! what a Enter Mrs. Peacuum.
plague doth the woman mean?-Upon Polly's Mrs. P. What of Bob Booty, husband? I account! pe nothing bad hath betided him. - You, Mrs.P. Captain Macheath is very fond of bw, my dear, he's a favourite customer of the girl. ne 'twas he made me a present of this Peach. And what then?
Mrs. P. If I have any skill in the ways of Peach. I have set his name down in the women, I am sure Polly thinks him a very ck list, that's all, my dear; he spends his pretty man.
among women, and, as soon as his mo- Peach. And what then? you would not be r is gone, one or other of the ladies will so mad as to have the wench marry him! ng him for the reward, and there's forty Gamesters and highwaymen are, generally, inds lost to us for ever!
very good to their mistresses, but they are Mrs. P. You know, my dear, I never meddle very devils to their wives. matters of death; I always leave those af- Mrs.P. But if Polly should be in love, how rs to you. Women, indeed, are bitter bad sbould we help her, or how can she help herIges in these cases; for they are so partial self?--Poor girl, I'm in the utmost concern the brave, that they think every man hand-about her! ne, who is going to the camp or the gallows.
AIR, – MRS. PEACHUM.
If love the virgin's heart invade, any wench Venus' girdle wear,
How like a moth, the simple maid Though she be never so ugly,
Still plays about the flame; ies and roses will quickly appear,
If soon' she be not made a wife, And her face look wondrous snugly.
Her honour's sing'd, and then for life neath the left ear, so fit for a cord,
She's what I dare not name, A rope so charming a zone is,
Peach. Lookye, wife, a bandsome wench, e youth in the cart hath the air of a lord,
"", in our way of business, is as profitable as at And we cry, There dies an Adonis!
the bar of a Temple coffee-house, who looks I really, husband, you should not be too upon it as her livelihood, to grant every li. rd-hearted, for you never bad a finer, bra- berty but one. My daughter to me should
set of men than at present. We have be like a court lady to a minister of state, a I had a murder among them all these seven key to the whole gang. Married! if the 'afnths; and truly, my dear, that is a great fair is not already done, I'll terrify her from
it, by the example of our neighbours. Peach. What a dickens is the woman Mrs. P. Maybap, my dear, you may injure rays whimpering about murder for? No the poor girl: she loves to imitate the fine atleman is ever looked upon the worse for ladies, and she may only allow the captain ing a man in his own defence; and if bu-liberties, in the yiew of interest. ess cannot be carried on without it, what Peach.' But 'tis your duty, my dear, to uld you have a gentleman do? so, my dear, warn the girl against her ruin, and to instruct re done upon this subject. Was captain ber how to make the most of her beauty. I'I
cheath here, this morning, for the bank- go to her this moment, and sift her. In the les he left with you last week?
mean time, wife, rip out the coronets and Vrs. P. Yes, my dear; and though the marks of these dozen of cambric handkerik hath stopped payment, he was so cheer-chiefs, for I can dispose of them this after, and so agreeable! Sure,. there is not a noon to a chap in the city.
E.cit. tr gentleman upon the road 1) than the Mrs. P. Never was a man more out of the itain; if he comes from Bagshot, at any way in an argument than my husband. Why sonable hour, he hath promised to make must our Polly, forsooth, differ from her sex, e this evening, with Polly, me, and Bob and love only her husband? and why must oly, at a party at quadrille. Pray, my dear, Polly's marriage, contrary to all observation, the captain rich?
make her the less followed by other men? Peach. The captain keeps too good com- All men are thieves in love, and like a wory ever to grow rich. Marybone and the man the better for being another's property. ycolate-houses are his undoing. The man
AIR.--MRS. PEACHUM. t proposes to get money by play, should A maid is like the golden`ore re the educalion of a fine gentleman, and
Which bath guineas intrinsical in't, trained up to it from his youth.
Whose worth is never known before Mrs. P. Really, I am sorry, upon Polly's! It is tried and imprest in the mint. count, the captain hath not more discretion. A wife's like a guinea in gold, that is very difficult to obey their summons; and la
Stamp'd with the name of her spouse; dies, as well as the weaker part of the male sex, are Now here, now there, is bought or is sold, much more inclined to fall, especially when they order And is current in every house.
you to give your « money" or your life.” ) Formerly, those cast for death, were conveyed in a eart, all throagh the streets of London, from Newgate
Enter Filca. prison to Tyburn; where they were hanged; bot now
Mrs.P. Come hither, Filch.--I am as fond they are "launched into eternity” before the debtors'door, Newgale,
of this child, as though my mind misgave me A Highway-man
he were my own. He hath as fine a band
at picking a pocket as a woman, and is as But when once pluck'd 'tis no longer alluring, nimble-fingered as a juggler. If an unlucky To Covent Garden 'tis sent (as yet sweet) session does not cut the rope of thy life, 1 There fades, and sbrinks, and grows pasi pronounce, boy, thou wilt be a great man in
enduring, history. Where was your post last night, Rots, stinks, and dies, and is trod under feel my boy? Filch. I plied at the opera, madam; and,
Peach. You know, Polly, I am not again considering 'twas neither dark nor rainy, so your
toying and trifling with a customer, in that there was no great hurry, in getting
way of business, or to get out a secre chairs and coaches, made a tolerable hand or so; but if I find out that you have playe on't-These seven handkerchiefs, madam.
the fool, and are married, you jade you, Mrs.P. Coloured ones, I see. They are of cut your throat, hussy. Now, you know sure sale from our warehouse at Redriff,
mind. among the seamen. Filch. And this snuff-box.
Enter Mrs. PEACAUM, in a very great Pasaur Mrs.P. Set in gold! a pretty encourage
AIR. ment this to a young beginner!
Our Polly is a sad slut! nor heeds what Filch. I had'a fair tug at a charming gold
have taught ber, watch. Plague take the tailors, for making I wonder any man alive will ever rear a dauzko the fobs so deep and narrow!--it stuck by For she must have both hoods and gira the way, and I was forced to make my es
and hoops to swell her cape under a coach. Really, madam, I fear With scarfs and stays, and gloves agd lace, I shall be cut off in the flower of my youth,
she will bave men beside, so that, every now and then, since I was And when she's dress'd with care and cou pumped, I have thoughts of taking up and
tempting, fine, and gav, going to sea.
As men should serve a cucumber, she can Mrs. P. You should go to Hockley-in-thehole ?), and to Marybone, child, to learn va- You baggage! you hussy! you inconside lour; these are the schools that have bred sojade! had you been hanged it would not be many brave men. I thought, boy, by this vexed me; for that might have been time, thou hadst lost fear as well as shame. misfortune; but to do such a mad thire Poor lad! how little does he know yet of the choice!—The wench is married, husband Old Bailey! For the first fact, I'll insure thee Peach, Married! the captain is a bold from being hanged; and going to sea, Filch, and will risk any thing for money: to be will come time enough, upon a sentence of he believes her a fortune. Do you think it transportation. But, bark you, my lad, don't mother and I should have lived comfora tell me a lie; for you know I hate a liar:- so long together if ever we had been mars Do you know Jof any thing that hath passed baggage ! between captain Macheath and our Polly? Mrs. P. I knew she was always a pre
Filch. I beg you, madam, don't ask me; slut, and now the wench hath played the for I must either tell a lie to you, or to miss and married, because, forsooth, she wouls Polly; for I promised her I would not tell. like the gentry! Can you support the
Mrs. P. But when the honour of our fani- pense of a husband, hussy, in gaming ly is concerned.
drinking? bave you money enough to of Filch. I shall lead a sad life with miss on the daily quarrels of man and wife 2 Polly, if ever she comes to know I told you. who shall squander most? If you must Besides, I would not willingly forfeit my own married, could you introduce nobody honour, by betraying any body,
our family but a highwayman? Why, Mrs. P. Yonder comes my husband and foolish jade, thou wilt be as ill used and Polly. Come, Filch, you shall go with me in- much neglected as if thou hadst married to my own room, and tell me the whole story. lord! I'll give thee a glass of a most delicious cor- Peach. Let not your anger, my dear, dial that I keep for my own drinking. [Exeunt. through the rules of decency; for the capu
Enter PeACHUM and POLI.Y. looks upon himself, in the nulitary capace Polly, I know as well as any of the fine as a gentleman by his profession. Besed ladies how to make the most of myself, and what he hath already, I know he is in a of my man too. A woman knows how to be way of getting or of dying; and both the mercenary, though she hath never been in a ways, let me te! you, are mosi esces. court or at an assembly. We have it in our chances for a wife. Tell me, hussy, natures, papa. If I allow captain Macheath ruined or no? some trising liberties, I bave ihis watch and other visible marks of his favour to show for very well have gone off to a person de
Mrs. P. With Polly's forluse she it. A girl who cannot grant some things, and istinction : yes, that you might, you pouting 3 refuse what is most material, will make but Peach. What! is the wench dumb? spa a poor band of her beauty, and soon be or I'll make you plead by squeezing thrown upon the common.
you. Are you really bound / Virgins are like the fair flow'r in its lustre,
Which in the garden enamels the ground; Polly. Oh!
| bars, and lectures of morality, are notting i
(Pinches ** [Screase
em; they break through them all; they have
AIR.- POLLY. much pleasure in cheating a father and I like a ship in storms was toss'd, other, as in cheating at cards.
Yet afraid to put into land, Peach, Why, Polly, I shall soon know if For scized in the port the vessel's lost u are married, by Macheath's keeping from Whose treasure is contraband, r house.
The waves are laid,
My duty's paid; AIR, POLLY. n love be controll'd by advice?
O joy beyond expression!
Thus safe ashore Vill cupid our mothers obey ?
I ask no more; ough my heart were as frozen as ice,
My all's in my possession.' I his fame 'twould bave melted away,
Peach. I hear customers in t'other room ; hen be kiss'd me, so sweetly he press'd,
I go talk with them, Polly; but come again as 'was so sweet that I must have complied,
soon as they are gone. But hark ye, child, I thought if both safest and best
if 'tis the gentleman who was here yesterday o marry for fear you should cbide.
about the repeating watch, say you can't get Mrs.P. Then all the hopes of our family intelligence of it till to-morrow, for I lent it : gone for ever and ever!
to Sukey Straddle, to make a figure with toPeach. And Macheath may bang his father night at a tavern in Drury-lane. If t'other d mother-in-law, in hopes to get into their gentleman calls for the silver-hilted sword, ughter's fortune.
you know Beetle-browed Jemmy bath it on, Polly. I did not marry him (as 'tis the and he doth not come from Tunbridge tilí bion), coolly and deliberately, for honour Tuesday night, so that it cannot be bad till money-but I love him.
then. [Erit Polly] Dear wife, be a little paMrs. P. Lore him! worse and worse! Icified, don't let your passion run away with ught the girl had been beller bred. Oh your senses: Polly, I grant you, hath done a sband! husband! her folly makes me mad! rash thing. · head swims! I'm distracled! I can't sup- Mrs. P. If she had had only an intrigue with t myself-Oh!
[Faints. the fellow, why the very best families have Peach. See, wench, to what a condition excused and huddled up á frailty of that sort, i bave reduced your poor mother! A glass 'Tis marriage, husband, that makes it a blemish. cordial this instant! How the poor woman Peach. But money, wife, is the true fullers'es it to beart! [Polly goes out, and re-earth for reputations; there is not a spot or 'ns with it Ab, bussy! now this is the stain but what it can take out. I tell you, y comfort your mother bas left.
wife, I can make this match lurn to our adPolly. Give her another glass, sir; my vantage. mma drinks double the quantity whenever Mrs.P. I am very sensible, husband, that
is in this way. This, you see, fetches ber. captain Macheath is worth money, but I am Mrs. P. The girl shows such readiness, and in doubt whether he hath not iwo or three much concern, that I almost could find in wives already, and then, if he should die in heart to forgive her.
a session or two, Polly's dower would come
into dispute. AIR.
Peach. That indeed is a point which ought Poily, you might have toy'd and kiss'd :
to be considered. The lawyers are bitter eneBy keeping men off, you keep them on.
mies to tbose in our way; they don't care ily. But he so ieased me, And he so pleased me,
that any body should get a clandestine liveli
hood but themselves. Vhat I did you must bave done.
Enter Polly. Mrs. P. Not with a highwayman-you sorryl Polly. 'Twas only Nimming Ned: he brought 1.
in a damask window-curtain, a hoop-peiliPeach. A word with you, wife. 'Tis no coat, a pair of silver candlesticks, a perriwig, v thing for a wench to take a man with and one silk slocking, from the fire that hapi consent of parents. You know 'lis the pened last night. Ity of woman, my dear!
Peach. There is not a fellow that is cleverer Vrs. P. Yes, indeed, the sex is frail; but in his way, and saves ) more goods out of
first time a woman is frail, she should be the fire, than Ned. But now, Polly, to your newhal nice methinks, for then or never affair; for malters must not be as they are. ner time to make her fortune: afler that You are married then, it seems ?
bath nothing to do but to guard herself Polly. Yes, sir. m being found out, and she may do wbat Peach. And how do you propose to live, pleases.
child ? Peach. Make yourself a little easy; I have Polly. Like other women, sir; upon the bought shall soon set all matters again to industry of my husband. hts. Why so melancholy, Polly? since Mrs. P. What! is the wench turn'd fool ? at is done cannot be undone, we must en-la highwayman's wife, like a soldier's, bath as vour to make the best of it.
little of his pay as of his company. Vrs, P. Well, Polly, as far as one woman Peach. And had not you the common views
forgive another,'í forgive thee. - Your of a gentlewoman in your marriage, Polly? per is too fond of you, hussy.
Polly. I don't know what you mean, sir. Polly. Then all my sorrows are at an end. Peach. Of a jointure, and of being a Mrs. P. A mighty likely speech in troth widow. a wench who is just married!