The Beggar's Opera | ||
Scene 10.
LUCY, with Strong-Waters. POLLY.LUCY.
Come, Miss Polly.
POLLY.
Indeed, Child, you have given yourself trouble to no purpose.— You must, my Dear, excuse me.
LUCY.
Really, Miss Polly, you are as squeamishly affected about taking a Cup of Strong-Waters as a Lady before Company. I vow, Polly, I shall take it monstrously ill if you refuse me.—Brandy and Men (though Women love them ever so well) are always taken by us with some Reluctance—unless 'tis in private.
POLLY.
I protest, Madam, it goes against me.—What do I
see!
Macheath
again in Custody!—Now every Glimm'ring of Happiness is lost.
[Drops the Glass of Liquor on the Ground.
LUCY.
SInce things are thus, 'm glad the Wench hath escap'd; for by this Event, 'tis plain, she was not happy enough to deserve to be poison'd.
[Aside.
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