University of Virginia Library

Scene 9.

POLLY.

All this Wheedling of Lucy cannot be for nothing.—At this time too! when I know she hates me!—The Dissembling of a Woman is always the Forerunner of Mischief.—By pouring Strong-Waters down my Throat, she thinks to pump some Secrets out of me,—I'll be upon my Guard, and won't taste a Drop of her Liquor, I'm resolv'd.