'Tis true, I go to the
House; I chat with the Girl, I kiss her, I say a thousand things to
her (as all Gentlemen do) that mean nothing, to divert myself; and
now the silly Jade hath set it about that I am married to her, to let
me know what she would be at. Indeed, my dear Lucy, these violent
Passions may be of ill consequence to a Woman in your Condition.
LUCY. Come, come, Captain, for all your Assurance, you know that
Miss Polly hath put it out of your Power to do me the Justice you
promis'd me.
MACHEATH. A jealous Woman believes every thing her Passion suggests.
To convince you of my Sincerity, if we can find the Ordinary, I shall
have no Scruples of making you my Wife; and I know the Consequence of
having two at a time.
LUCY. That you are only to be hang'd, and so get rid of them both.
MACHEATH. I am ready, my dear Lucy, to give you Satisfaction--if you
think there is any in Marriage.--What can a Man of Honour say more?
LUCY. So then, it seems, you are not married to Miss Polly.
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