The Quaker's opera. As it is perform'd at Lee's and Harper's Great ...
The Quaker's opera. As it is perform'd at Lee's and Harper's Great ...
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4 <strong>The</strong> QUAKER* OPERA. A& I<br />
Enter Quaker.<br />
Qu. Friends, I am told th<strong>at</strong> fii th<strong>is</strong> Den of Thieves, you<br />
have a wondrous expert Fellow worth the feeing : Cannefl<br />
thou oblige me?<br />
Care. Have you any Bufinefs w<strong>it</strong>h him ?<br />
Qu. Yea, to rebuke him ; my Spir<strong>it</strong> <strong>is</strong> full of Exhor<br />
t<strong>at</strong> ion.<br />
Care. Why then let your Heart be full of Generof<strong>it</strong>y,<br />
or he'll laugh <strong>at</strong> you, <strong>and</strong> your Exhort<strong>at</strong>ion too.—Th<strong>is</strong><br />
Fellow looks like a wet Quaker. [Afide.<br />
Qu. Verily I wou'd do any thing to fave b<strong>is</strong> Soul ; but<br />
then for h<strong>is</strong><br />
Piece<br />
Body, I can give no more than a Sixpenny<br />
Ruft. Well, every thing helps ; wa<strong>it</strong> a- while.<br />
Enter Mrs. Hackabout w<strong>it</strong>h a Pye.<br />
Hack. Pray Mr. .Ruft, <strong>is</strong> Mr. Shepard flirring yet? I;<br />
have brought him h<strong>is</strong> Breakfaft.<br />
Ruft. Breakfaft! 't<strong>is</strong> a lufty one: Wh<strong>at</strong> have you got<br />
in your Pye, Mrs. Nancy 2 .<br />
Hack. Oh dear Sir, no body mult fee <strong>it</strong>.<br />
Ruft. By your Favour, but I will. [Takes <strong>it</strong> from her.\<br />
Hack. Nay, then 't<strong>is</strong> time to run for <strong>it</strong>. [Ex<strong>it</strong> runningA<br />
Ruft. Wh<strong>at</strong>'s here? A Spring Saw, <strong>and</strong> a Rope! OhJ<br />
the Harlot ! Wh<strong>at</strong>, <strong>is</strong> (he gone? 'T<strong>is</strong> well for her fhe <strong>is</strong>—]<br />
I wou'd have given her a Tafte of her Rope for her Break-}<br />
fair, if flie had (laid.<br />
Gent. How's th<strong>is</strong> ! Had (he any thing to help him tdj<br />
efcape?<br />
Ruft. Yes Sir, 't<strong>is</strong> common ; we are forc'd to examine<br />
every thing th<strong>at</strong> comes to him.<br />
Enter Blunder.<br />
Blun. Well, Arrah, where <strong>is</strong> th<strong>is</strong> fame Shepard><br />
want to be after feeing him, for they fay he'll be hang'd<br />
foon, <strong>and</strong> then the Devil won't fee him.<br />
Ruft. Sir, if you'll be fo kind to (rep over to the otheg<br />
Side of the way, <strong>and</strong> amufe your felf w<strong>it</strong>h fome of youi<br />
Countrymen for a Quarter of an Hour, then perhaps ]<br />
may oblige you.<br />
Blun. My Countrymen ! Dear Honey, you miftake, !<br />
am not an Irifiman.<br />
Ruft. <strong>The</strong>n your Tongue belies you mod damnably<br />
Blun
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