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Air LII.—The last time I went o'er the Moor.
POLLY.Hither, dear Husband, turn your Eyes.
LUCY.
Bestow one Glance to cheer me.
POLLY.
Think with that Look, thy Polly dies.
LUCY.
O shun me not—but hear me.
POLLY.
'Tis Polly sues.
LUCY.
'Tis Lucy speaks.
POLLY.
Is thus true Love requited?
LUCY.
My Heart is bursting.
POLLY.
Mine too breaks.
LUCY.
Must I
POLLY.
Must I be slighted?
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