M'Dole.

M'Dole.

Ay, there's the Way, my honest Friend, to live.

There's Ninety Weight of Sterling Beaver for you,

Worth all the Rum and Trinkets in my Store;

And, would my Conscience let me to the Thing,

I might enhance my Price, and lessen theirs,

And raise my Profits to an higher Pitch.

Murphey.

Murphey.

I can't but thank you for your kind Instructions,

As from them I expect to reap Advantage.

But should the Dogs detect me in the Fraud,

They are malicious, and would have Revenge.

M'Dole.

M'Dole.

Can't you avoid them? Let their Vengeance light

On others' Heads, no matter whose, if you

Are but secure, and have the Cain in Hand:

For they're indiff'rent where they take Revenge,

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