Lockit. Lucy, Lucy, I will have none of these shuffling Answers.
Lucy. Well then—If I know any thing of him I wish I may be burnt!
Lockit. Keep your Temper, Lucy, or I shall pronounce you guilty.
Lucy. Keep yours, Sir,—I do wish I may be burnt. I do—And what can I say more to convince you?
Lockit. Did he tip handsomly?—How much did he come down with? Come, Hussy, don’t cheat your Father; and I shall not be angry with you—Perhaps, you have made a better Bargain with him than I could have done—How much, my good Girl?
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.
But his Kiss was so sweet, and so closely he prest,
That I languish’d and pin’d till I granted the rest.