Murphey.

Well, I'll not stick at what is necessary:

But his Device is now grown old and stale,

Nor could I manage such a barefac'd Fraud.

M'Dole.

M'Dole.

A thousand Opportunities present

To take Advantage of their Ignorance;

But the great Engine I employ is Rum,[Pg 119]

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More pow'rful made by certain strength'ning Drugs.

This I distribute with a lib'ral Hand,

Urge them to drink till they grow mad and valiant;

Which makes them think me generous and just,

And gives full Scope to practise all my Art.

I then begin my Trade with water'd Rum,

The cooling Draught well suits their scorching Throats.

Their Fur and Peltry come in quick Return:

My Scales are honest, but so well contriv'd,

That one small Slip will turn Three Pounds to One;

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