You should
leave those to your Betters.--What! and my pretty Jenny Diver too!
As prim and demure as ever! There is not any Prude, though ever so
high bred, hath a more sanctify'd Look, with a more mischievous
Heart. Ah! thou art a dear artful Hypocrite.--Mrs. Slammekin! as
careless and genteel as ever! all you fine Ladies, who know your own
Beauty, affect an Undress.--But see, here's Suky Tawdry come to
contradict what I was saying. Every thing she gets one way she lays
out upon her Back. Why, Suky, you must keep at least a Dozen
Tallymen. Molly Brazen! [She kisses him.] That's well done. I
love a free-hearted Wench. Thou hast a most agreeable Assurance,
Girl, and art as willing as a Turtle.--But hark! I hear Music. The
Harper is at the Door. If Music be the Food of Love, play on. Ere
you seat yourselves, Ladies, what think you of a Dance? Come in.
[Enter Harper.] Play the French Tune, that Mrs. Slammekin was so
fond of.
[A Dance a la ronde in the French manner; near the end of it this
song and Chorus.
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