JENNY. You look as if you meant me. Wine is strong enough for me.
Indeed, Sir, I never drink Strong-Waters, but when I have the Cholic.

MACHEATH. Just the Excuse of the fine Ladies! Why, a Lady of
Quality is never without the Cholic. I hope, Mrs. Coaxer, you have
had good Success of late in your Visits among the Mercers.

MRS. COAXER. We have so many Interlopers--Yet with Industry, one may
still have a little Picking. I carried a silver-flowered Lutestring,
and a Piece of black Padesoy to Mr. Peachum's Lock but last Week.

MRS. VIXEN. There's Molly Brazen hath the Ogle of a Rattle-Snake.
She rivetted a Linen-Draper's Eye so fast upon her, that he was
nick'd of three Pieces of Cambric before he could look off.

BRAZEN. Oh dear Madam!--But sure nothing can come up to your
handling of Laces! And then you have such a sweet deluding Tongue!
To cheat a Man is nothing; but the Woman must have fine Parts indeed
who cheats a Woman.

MRS. VIXEN. Lace, Madam, lies in a small Compass, and is of easy
Conveyance. But you are apt, Madam, to think too well of your
Friends.

MRS. COAXER. If any woman hath more Art than another, to be sure,
'tis Jenny Diver. Though her Fellow be never so agreeable, she can
pick his Pocket as coolly, as if money were her only Pleasure. Now
that is a Command of the Passions uncommon in a Woman!