Lucy. You know, Sir, I am fond of him, and would have given Money to have kept him with me.
Lockit. Ah Lucy! thy Education might have put thee more upon thy Guard; for a Girl in the Bar of an Ale-house is always besieg’d.
Lucy. Dear Sir, mention not my Education—for ’twas to that I owe my Ruin.
[ AIR XL. If Love’s a sweet Passion, &c.]
When young at the Bar you first taught me to score,
And bid me be free of my Lips, and no more;
I was kiss’d by the Parson, the Squire, and the Sot,
When the Guest was departed, the Kiss was forgot.