PEACHUM
But now, Polly, to your Affair; for Matters must not be left as they are. You are married then, it seems?
POLLY
Yes, Sir.
PEACHUM
And how do you propose to live, Child?
POLLY
Like other Women, Sir, upon the Industry of my Husband.
MRS. PEACHUM
What, is the Wench turn’d Fool? A Highwayman’s Wife, like a Soldier’s, hath as little of his Pay, as…