MRS. TRAPES. Consider, Mr. Peachum, that Watch was remarkable, and
not of very safe Sale.--If you have any black Velvet Scarfs--they are
a handsom Winter-wear, and take with most Gentlemen who deal with my
Customers.--'Tis I that put the Ladies upon a good Foot. 'Tis not
Youth or Beauty that fixes their Price. The Gentlemen always pay
according to their Dress, from half a Crown to two Guineas; and yet
those Hussies make nothing of bilking of me.--Then too, allowing for
Accidents.--I have eleven fine Customers now down under the Surgeon's
Hands--what with Fees and other Expenses, there are great Goings-out,
and no Comings in, and not a Farthing to pay for at least a Month's
Clothing.--We run great Risques--great Risques indeed.
PEACHUM. As I remember, you said something just now of Mrs. Coaxer.
MRS. TRAPES. Yes, Sir.--To be sure I stript her of a Suit of my own
Clothes about two Hours ago; and have left her as she should be, in
her Shift, with a Lover of hers at my House. She call'd him up
Stairs, as he was going to Mary-bone in a Hackney Coach.
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