ON, _and her Daughter_ PRUE.

_Mrs Over._ Ask blessing, Prue: He is the best father you ever had.

_Aldo._ Bless thee, and make thee a substantial, thriving whore. Have
your mother in your eye, Prue; it is good to follow good example. How
old are you, Prue? Hold up your head, child.

_Pru._ Going o'my sixteen, father Aldo.

_Aldo._ And you have been initiated but these two years: Loss of time,
loss of precious time! Mrs Overdon, how much have you made of Prue,
since she has been man's meat?

_Mrs Over._ A very small matter, by my troth; considering the charges
I have been at in her education: Poor Prue was born under an unlucky
planet; I despair of a coach for her. Her first maiden-head brought me
in but little, the weather-beaten old knight, that bought her of me,
beat down the price so low. I held her at an hundred guineas, and he
bid ten; and higher than thirty would not rise.

_Aldo._ A pox of his unlucky handsel! He can but fumble, and will not
pay neither.

_Pru._ Hang him; I could never endure him, father: He is the filthiest
old goat; and then he comes every day to our house, and eats out his
thirty guineas; and at three months end, he threw me off.

_Mrs Over._ And since then, the poor child has dwindled, and dwindled
away. Her next maiden-head brought me but ten; and from ten she fell
to five; and at last to a single guinea: She has no luck to keeping;
they all leave her, the more my sorrow.

_Aldo._ We must get her a husband then in the city; they bite rarely
at a stale whore at this end of the town, new furbished up in a tawdry
manteau.

_Mrs Over._ No: Pray let her try her fortune a little longer in the
world first: By my troth, I should be loth to be at all this cost, in
her French, and her singing, to have her thrown away upon a husband.

_Aldo._ Before George, there can come no good of your swearing, Mrs
Overdon: Say your prayers, Prue, and go duly to church o'Sundays,
you'll thrive the better all the week. Come, have a good heart, child;
I will keep thee myself: Thou shalt do my little business; and I'll
find thee an able young fellow to do thine.

_Enter Mrs_ PAD.

Daughter Pad, you are welcome: What, you have performed the last
Christian office to your keeper; I saw you follow him up the heavy
hill to Tyburn. Have you had never a business since his death?

_Mrs Pad._ No indeed, father; never since execution-day. The night
before, we lay together most lovingly in Newgate; and the nex