TRAPES. I don't enquire after your Affairs--so whatever
happens, I wash my Hands on't--It hath always been my Maxim, that one
Friend should assist another--But if you please--I'll take one of the
Scarfs home with me. 'Tis always good to have something in Hand.
SCENE IV. Newgate.
LUCY. Jealousy, Rage, Love and Fear are at once tearing me to
pieces, How I am weather-beaten and shatter'd with Distresses!
AIR XLVI. One Evening, having lost my Way, &c.
I'm like a Skiff on the Ocean tost,
Now high, now low, with each Billow born,
With her Rudder broke, and her Anchor lost,
Deserted and all forlorn.
While thus I lie rolling and tossing all Night,
That Polly lies sporting on Seas of Delight!
Revenge, Revenge, Revenge,
Shall appease my restless Spirit.
I have the Rats-bane ready.--I run no Risque; for I can lay her Death
upon the Ginn, and so many die of that naturally that I shall never
be call'd in question.--But say, I were to be hang'd.--I never could
be hang'd for any thing that would give me greater Comfort, than the
poisoning that Slut.
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