Act III. Scene I.
Scene, Newgate
Lockit, Lucy.
Lockit. To be sure, Wench, you must have been aiding and abetting to help him to this Escape.
Lucy. Sir, here hath been Peachum and his Daughter Polly, and to be sure they know the Ways of Newgate as well as if they had been born and bred in the Place all their Lives. Why must all your Suspicion light upon me?
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.