III.

_If a Cully we meet,
We spend what we get
Ev'ry Day, for the next never think,
When we die, where we go,
We have no Sense to know,
For a Bawd always dies in drink_.

_Bett_. [_Aside to_ Shrimp.] Hark'e, Satan, where did you pick up this
modest Youth; does he bleed?

_Shr_. Oh! abundantly.

_Bett_. That's well, dress him up, and send him _to Will_'s Coffee-House
and he'll soon grow impudent. [_To_ Tott.] My dear, eat this Orange, and
gi'me Half a Crown.

_Tott_. Half a Crown for an Orange! I can buy one in the Country for two
Pence.

_Bett_. So you may in Town, lovely Swain, but ev'ry Smock I put upon my
Back costs me nine Shillings an Ell.

_Knap_. But tell us, _Betty_, what Intrigues are going forward, your
publick Post brings you into a world of private Business, d'you know ever
an amorous Lady that would present me with a hundred Guineas to oblige
her?