LUCY. I like the Fox shall grieve,
Whose Mate hath left her Side,
Whom Hounds from Morn to Eve,
Chase o'er the Country wide.
Where can my Lover hide?
Where cheat the wary Pack?
If Love be not his Guide,
He never will come back! [Exeunt.]
ACT III. SCENE I.
Scene, Newgate.
Lockit, Lucy.
LOCKIT. To be sure, Wench, you must have been aiding and abetting to
help him to this Escape.
LUCY. Sir, here hath been Peachum and his Daughter Polly, and to be
sure they know the Ways of Newgate as well as if they had been born
and bred in the Place all their Lives. Why must all your Suspicion
light upon me?
LOCKIT. Lucy, Lucy, I will have none of these shuffling Answers.
LUCY. Well then--If I know any thing of him I wish I may be burnt!
LOCKIT. Keep your Temper, Lucy, or I shall pronounce you guilty.
LUCY. Keep yours, Sir,--I do wish I may be burnt. I do--And what
can I say more to convince you?
LOCKIT. Did he tip handsomly?--How much did he come down with?
Come, Hussy, don't cheat your Father; and I shall not be angry with
you--Perhaps, you have made a better Bargain with him than I could
have done--How much, my good Girl?
LUCY.
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