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%6 The QUJKER's OPERA. Aft III.
Hack. Since you have done now what you have,
I fear you'll but abufe me ;
/ am your moft fubmijfive Slave,
Then do not thus mifufe me.
Shep. When, Nancy, youfirft turned a Fool,
To yield to my Embraces,
I fear'd you fan vjou'd be a Trull
Andfo have all your Paces.
Therefore do aot depend on me^
To be your faithful Lover;-
For finee you've been fo frank andfree 1
My height of Pajfion's over.
Hack. Barbarous infulting Tyrant
Shep. Faith, to be ferious with thee, for all thy Folly,
I wou'd have as much Companion on thee, Child, as pof-
fible; but it is fo unfafliionable at prefent, that 'tis quite inconfiftent
with my Honour— Genteel People are always
the moft cruel to thofe they have undone However,
my Dear, I pity thee—and am now going to another Miftrefs-—
like a fine Gentleman. [Exit.
Hack. Oh thou Eternal Villain ! if there is fuch a thing
as Vengeance upon Earth — thou (halt feel it—
tho' I perifh my felf the fame Minute. [Exit*
SCENE Coaxthief'j Houfe.
Enter Coaxthief, and Wife.
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Coax. This is a rare Life we lead, Peg> but I am afraid
it won*t laft long; we always lofe our Cuftomers,
as foon as they come to grow good for any thing, they're
either hang'd or tranfported.
Wife. Well, but Thanks to our Stars, there's ftill a new
Supply.
Coax. Ay, ay, we (hall never want for Thieves and
Lawyers in this wicked World. What did you lend Mr.
File upon the Silver-hilted Sword he brought in t'other
Day?
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