POLLY
Now I'm a Wretch, indeed. --Methinks I see him already in the Cart, sweeter and more lovely than the Nosegay in his Hand! --I hear the Crowd extolling his Resolution and Intrepidity! --What Vollies of Sighs are sent from the Windows of Holborn, that so comely a Youth should be brought to Disgrace! --I see him at the Tree! The whole Circle are in…