The Quaker's opera. As it is perform'd at Lee's and Harper's Great ...

18 The QUAKER* OPERA. A6b II.
Hemp. Damn the Prig, I don't value him of a Loufe.
I know the word if he does take me.
Bulk. Bdide-, the Bum who has the Writ againft you,
fwears he'il. nap you, unlefs you come down another
Ounce.
Hemp. Well, am not I going in order to get fome
Money for him? Thefe datnn'd Rogues the Bailiffs, are
for tearing a Man in Pieces I think— I Rob, and I Rob,
from Morning till Night, and from Night till Morning,
nnd all to flop their Moitths; a parcel of Cut-throat
Dogs.
Step. But tell me, what Lay is this you're upon? for
if I don't approve of it, (having a better Adventure in
my Eye) I'll not be concern'd with you.
Nym. A Warehoufe of Cloaths only -Well, what
wou'd you propofe for us to do ? if yours is beft, at
that firft.
Shep. Lift time I broke out, I took a plaguy Fancy to
a Houfe on Saffron-Hill '; 'tis a Lawyer's who h3S got a
datnn'd deal of Money this Term; he's a Welch Artor*
ney. You all know the Place; meet me there. I'll foon
force my way into the Houfe, you fhall have nothing
to do but to Plunder and carry off; don't fail, for I am
going thither olirecliy.
A I R X. Jovial Beggar*
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