She's as desirous as I am that you should be Polly Peachum in my 'Beggar's Opera,' and when I tell her about to-night she'll be overjoyed.

You need not fear about the future save that it depends upon yourself.

But Polly, what of the young playwright, Lancelot Vane ?" "I don't want to hear anything about him!" "What! Have you and he tiffed?
Well, 'tis a way that true love works.
But let me tell you I've handed his play to Mr.Cibber, though much I doubt its good fortune.

Honestly, my child, though some of the lines are good, others are sad stuff." "I don't wish Mr.Vane any ill will, but it is no affair of mine whether his play be good or bad." "Mercy on me! But you told me he wanted to write in a part for you." "If he does I won't play it.

Mr.Vane is nothing to me." "Oh, so _that_ love's flown away, has it?
Was there anybody in this world or any other so full of vagaries and vapours as Master Cupid ?" Lavinia was in a tumult of doubt and contrary inclinations.