MRS. PEACHUM. Not with a Highwayman.--You sorry Slut!

PEACHUM. A Word with you, Wife. 'Tis no new thing for a Wench to
take Man without Consent of Parents. You know 'tis the Frailty of
Women, my Dear.

MRS. PEACHUM. Yes, indeed, the Sex is frail. But the first time a
Woman is frail, she should be somewhat nice methinks, for then or
never is the time to make her Fortune. After that, she hath nothing
to do but to guard herself from being found out, and she may do what
she pleases.

PEACHUM. Make yourself a little easy; I have a Thought shall soon
set all Matters again to rights. Why so melancholy, Polly? since
what is done cannot be undone, we must all endeavour to make the best
of it.

MRS. PEACHUM. Well, Polly; as far as one Woman can forgive another,
I forgive thee.--Your Father is too fond of you, Hussy.

POLLY. Then all my Sorrows are at an end.

MRS. PEACHUM. A mighty likely Speech in troth, for a Wench who is
just married!

AIR X. Thomas, I cannot, &c.

POLLY. I, like a Ship in Storms, was tost;
Yet afraid to put in to Land:
For seiz'd in the Port the Vessel's lost,