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SCENE II.
Dol enters.Dol.
Hey-days! a Beggar out so late at Night!
You want to hide yourself, and pick the Locks;
Be gone, or we shall have you in the Stocks.
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Of Rogues in Red, who know not what to do
In Times of Peace, but thus to beg, or steal:
Wou'd I cou'd manage once the publick Weal!
Ulys.
Alas! young Woman, by your Looks, I see
You never knew what 'twas to want like Me;
But let me tell you, take it not amiss,
I once have kept a House as good as this.
Dol.
You kept, you robb'd, a House; 'tis all a Flam.
Don't tell Me what I was, but what I am.
SONG II.
Don't tell Me what I was, but what I am.
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How idle the Notion of Birth and of Blood!Ev'ry House is but bad if its Purse is not good:
Tho' all are descended you know from old Adam,
Yet poor goody Poverty ne'er was call'd Madam.
Derry, down, down, &c.
Ulys.
Ah!
[Shaking his Head,
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What, no farther yet; be gone, I say,
Or I shall make you: where's our Dog? Hey Tray.
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