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SCENE IX.

MOTHER PUNCHBOWL, KISSINDA, NONPAREL.
MOTHER.
Oh! Nonparel, thou loveliest of Girls,
Thou latest Darling of thy Mother's Years;
Let thy Tongue know no Commerce with thy Heart,
For if thou tellest Truth thou art undone.

NONPAREL.
Fogive me, Madam, this first Fault—henceforth
I'll learn with utmost Diligence to fib.

MOTHER.
Oh! never give your easy Mind to Love,
But poise the Scales of your Affection so,
That a bare Six-pence added to his Scale,
Might make the Cit Apprentice or the Clerk
Outweigh a flaming Col'nel of the Guards.
Oh! never give your Mind to Officers,
Whose Gold is on the outside of the Pocket.
But fly a Poet as the worst of Plagues,
Who never pays with any thing but Words.
Oh! had Kissinda taken this Advice,
She had not now been bilk'd.—

KISSINDA.
Think me not so,
Some hasty Business has Lovegirlo drawn
To leave me thus—but I will hold a Crown
To Eighteen-pence, he's here within an Hour.