Comp. Venture, quoth a, I can’t blame thee, Peg; for Wapping, if it were twice Wapping, can’t hold out always, no more than Redriff, Limehouse or Shadwel, nay or the strongest Suburbs about London; and when it comes to that, wo be to the City too, Girl.
Peg. Consider, Husband, I’m but a Woman, neither the first or last that have done the same, and truly I won’t deny but I have a Child.
Comp. Have you so? And what by Consequence must I have then, I pray?
Peg. If you’l forgive me this Time, it shall be so no more, indeed and indeed, now.
Comp. Well, well. I will forgive thee, Peg, upon this Condition, that you tell me who it was that fell foul aboard thee, and sprung this Leak in thee.
Peg. O dear Husband!
Comp. Nay, no Excuses, for I must know.
Peg. Why then truly it was Mr. Venter the Merchant.
Comp. I am beholding to him, and wou’d requite his Civility, if his Wife were but as willing, thô he be one of our Merchants at Sea, he shall give me leave to be Owner at home; and where is my Boy? what, shan’t I see him?
Peg. Yes if you please, good Husband: He’s nurs’d at Bednal green; ’tis now too late, to Morrow will be better.