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that she seems the cobler's wife, and have pened! it has amazed us; my lady was in.so great charmed her face into the likeness of my lady's; a swoon, we thought she had been dead. and last night, when the storm arose, my spirits Let. And when she came to herself, she proved conveyed them to each other's bed.

another woman. Sir John. Oh, wretch! thou hast undone me! Job. Ha, ha, ha! A bull, a bull! I am fallen from the height of all my hopes, and Lucy. She is so changed, I knew her not; I must still be curst with a tempestuous wife; a never saw her face before : O lud! Is this my fury whom I never knew quiet since I had ber. lady?

Doc. If that be all, I can continue the charm Let. We shall be mauled again. for both their lives.

Lucy. I thought our happiness was too great Sir John. Let the event be what it will, I'll to last. hang you if you do not end the charm this in- Lady. Fear not, my servants. It shall hereafstant.

ter be my endeavour to make you happy. Doc. I will this minute, sir; and, perhaps, Sir John. Persevere in this resolution, and we you'll find it the luckiest of your life; I can as shall be blest indeed, for life, sure you, your lady will prove the better for it.

Enter NELL. Sir John. liold; there's one material circumstance I'd know.

Nell. My head turns round;' I must go home. Doc. Your pleasure, sir?

O Zekel! Are you there! Sir John. Perhaps the cobler bas--you under- Job. O lud ! 'Is that fine lady my wife? Egad, stand me?

I'm afraid to come near her. What can be the Doc. I do assure you, no; for ere she was meaning of this? conveyed to his bed, the cobler was got up to Sir John. This is a happy change, and I'll work, and he has done nought but beat her ever have it celebrated with all the joy I proclaimed since. And you are like to reap the fruits of his for my late short-lived vision. labour. He'll be with you in a minute ; here he Lady. To me, 'tis the bappiest day I ever


Sir Johr:. Here, Jobson, take thy fine wife. Enter Jobson.

Job. But one word, sir. Did not your worship Sir John. So, Jobson, where's your wife? make a buck of me, under the rose?

Job. And please your worship, she's here at Sir John. No, upon my honour, nor ever kisthe door, but, indeed, i thought I had lost her sed her lips till I came from hunting; but since just now ; for as she came into the hall, she fell she has been a means of bringing about this hapinto such a swoon, that I thought she would ne-py change, I'll give thee five hundred pounds ver come out on't again; but a tweak or two by home with her; go, buy a stock of leather. the nose, and half a dozen straps, did the busi- Job. Brave boys! I'm a prince, the prince of ness at last. Here, where are you, housewife? coblers. Come hither and kiss me, Nell; I'll

never strap thee more. Enter Lady.

Nell. Indeed, Zekel, I have been in such a But. (Holds up the candle, but lets it fall dream, that I'm quite weary of it.—[To Jobsox.] when he sees her.]-O heaven and earth! Is this - Forsooth, madam, will you please to take your

clothes, and let me have mine again? Job. What does he say? My wife changed to

[To Lady LOVERULE, my lady!

Job. Hold your tongue, you fool; they'll serve Cook. Ay; I thought the other was too good you to go to church.

(Aside. for our lady.

Judy. No, thou shalt keep them, and I'll preLady. [To Sir John.)---Sir, you are the per- serve thine as reliques. son I have most offended, and here I confess 1 Job. And can your ladyship forgive my straphave been the worst of wives in every thing, but ping your honour so very much? shat I always kept myself chaste. If you can Lady. Most freely. The joy of this blessed vouchsafe once more to take me to your bosom, change sets all things right again. the remainder of my days shall joyfully be spent Sir John. Let us forget every thing that is in duty, and observance of your will.

past, and think of nothing now but joy and pleaSir John. Rise, madam; I do forgive you; and sure. if you are sincere in what you say, you'll make me happier than all the enjoyments in the world,

AIR.- Hey boys, up go we ! without you, could do. Job. What a pox! Am I to lose my wife thus ? Lady. Let every face with smiles appear, Enter Lucy and LETTICE.

Be joy in every breast;

Since from a life of pain and care, Lucy. Oh, sir! the strangest accident has hap

We now are truly blest.

my lady?

Sir John. May no remembrance of past time If I may be so bold;
Our present pleasures soil;

There's nought but the devil, and this good
Be nought but mirth and joy our crime,

Aud sporting all our toil.

Could eyer tame a scold.
I hope you'll give me leave to speak,


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SCENE I.- Peachum's house.

A lawyer's is an honest employment; so is mine >

like me, too, he acts in a double capacity, both Peacuum sitting at a table, with a large book of against rogues and for thein; for 'tis but fitting accounts before him.

that we should protect and encourage cheats,

since we live by them. AIR.-An old woman clothed in gray.

Enter Filch. THROUGH all the employments of life,

Filch. Sir, Black Moll hath sent word her trial Each neighbour abuses his brother,

comes on in the afternoon; and she hopes you Whore and rogue they call husband and wife; will order matters so as to bring her off. All professions berogue one another :

Peach. Why, she may plead her belly at worst; The priest calls the lawyer a cheat,

to my knowledge, she hath taken care of that se The lawyer beknaves the divine,

curity: but, as the wench is very active and inAnd the statesman, because he's so great, dustrious, you may satisfy her, that I'll soften the Thinks his trade as honest as mine.


Filch. Tom Gagg, sir, is found guilty. I don't know a prettier fellow; for no man alive

Peach. A lazy dog! when I took him the time hath a more engaging presence of mind upon the before, I told him what he would come to if he road. Wat Dreary, alias Brown Will; an irredid not mend his hand— This is death, without gular dog! who hath an underhand way of disreprieve. I may venture to book him [Writes.]: posing of his goods. I'll try him only for a sesfor Tom Gagg, forty pounds. Let Betty Sly know, sions or two longer upon his good behaviour. that I'll save her from transportation; for I can Harry Paddington—a poor petty-larceny rascal, get more by her staying in England.

without the least genius! that fellow, though he Filch. Betty hath brought more goods into our were to live these six months, will never come to lock this year, than any five of the gang; and, in the gallows with any credit! Slippery Sam; he truth, 'tis pity to lose so goud a customer. goes off the next sessions; for the villain hath the

Peach. If none of the gang takes her off, she impudence to have views of following his trade may, in the common course of business, live a as à tailor, which he calls an honest employment. twelvemonth longer. I love to let women 'scape. Mat of the Mint, listed not above a month ago; A good sportsman always lets the hen-partridges a promising sturdy fellow, and diligent in his fly, because the breed of the game depends upon way! somewhat too bold and hasty, and may them. Besides, here the law allows us no re- raise good contributions on the public, if he does ward. There is nothing to be got by the death not cut himself short by murder. Tom Tipple; of women-except our wives.

a guzzling, soaking sot, who is always too drunk to Filch. Without dispute she is a fine woman! stand hiinself, or to make others stand! A cart 'twas to her I was obliged for my education. To is absolutely necessary for him. Robin of Bagsay a bold word, she hath trained up more shot, alias Gorgon, alias Bluff Bob, alias Caryoung fellows to the business than the gaming- buncle, alias Bob Booty table. Peach. Truly, Filchi, thy observation is right.

Enter Mrs PEACHUM. We, and the surgeons, are more beholden to women than all the profesions besides.

Mrs Peach. What of Bob Booty, husband ? I

hope nothing bad hath betided him? You know, AIR.—The bonny grey-ey'd morn, &c. my dear, he's a favourite customer of mine;

'twas he made me a present of this ring. Filch. 'Tis woman that seduces all mankind; Peach. I have set his name down in the blackBy her we first were taught the wheedling arts; list; that's all, my dear! he spends his life among Her very eyes can cheat: when most she's kind, women, and, as soon as his money is gone, one She tricks us of our money, with our hearts ! or other of the ladies will hang him for the reFor her, like wolves, by night we roam for prey, ward; and there's forty pounds lost to us for And practise ev'ry fraud to bribe her charms; ever! For suits of love, like law, are won by pay;

Mrs Peach. You know, my dear, I never And beauty must be feed into our arms.". meddle in matters of death; I always leave those

affairs to you. Women, indeed, are bitter bad Peach. But make haste to Newgate, boy, and judges in these cases; for they are so partial to let my friends know what I intend : for I love to the brave, that they think every man handsome make them easy one way or other.

who is going to the camp or the gallows. Filch. When a gentleman is long kept in suspense, penitence may break his spirit ever after.

AIR.Cold and raw, 8c. Besides, certainty gives a man a good air upon his trial, and makes him risk another without fear If any wench Venus's girdle wear, or scruple. But I'll away; for 'tis a pleasure to Though she be never so ugly, be the messenger of comfort to friends in afflic- Lilies and roses will quickly appear, tion.

Erit. And her face look wondrous smuggly. Peach. But it is now high time to look about Beneath the left ear, so fit but a cord, me for a decent execution against next sessions. (A rope so charming a zone is !) I hate a lazy rogue, by whom one can get nothing The youth, in his cart, hath the air of a lord, till he is hanged. A register of the gang. (Read- And we cry, There dies an Adonis ! ing.) Crook-fingered Jack, a year and a half in the service : let me see how much the stock owes But really, husband, you should not be too hardto his industry; one, two, three, four, five gold hearted; for you never had a tiner, braver set of watches, and seven silver ones. A mighty clean- men, than at present. We have not had a murhanded fellow ! Sixteen snuff-boxes, five of them der among them all these seven months; and, truof true gold; six dozen of handkerchiefs, four sil- ly, my dear, that is a great blessing. ver-bilted swords, half a dozen of shifts, three Peach. What a dickens is the woman always tie-periwigs, and a piece of broad cloth. Consi- a whimpering about murder for? No gentleman dering these are only fruits of his leisure hours, is ever looked upon the worse for killing a man in his own defence; and, if business cannot be her livelihood to grafit every liberty but one. carried on without it, what would you have a You see I would indulge the girl as far as prugentleman do?

dently we can in any thing but marriage : after Mrs Peach. If I am in the wrong, my dear, that, my dear, how shall we be safe? Are we you must excuse me; for nobody can help the not then in her husband's power? for the husfrailty of an over scrupulous conscience. band hath the absolute power over all a wife's

Peach. Murder is as fashionable a crime as a secrets but her own. If the girl bad the discre man can be guilty of. How many fine gentlemen tion of a court-lady, who can have a dozen of have we in Newgate every year, purely upon that young fellows at her ear, without complying with article? If they have wherewithal to persuade one, I should not matter it: but Polly is tinder, the jury to bring it in manslaughter, what are and a spark will at once set her in a flame. Mars they the worse for it? So, my dear, have done ried ! if the wench does not know her own proupon this subject. Was captain Macheath here fit, sure she knows her own pleasure better than this morning for the banknotes he left with you to make herself a property! My daughter, to me, last week?

should be like a court-lady to a minister of state Mrs Peach. Yes, my dear; and, though the -a key to the whole gang. Married ! if the afbank hath stopt payment, he was so cheerful, and fair is not already done, i'll terrify her from it, $0 agreeable ! Sure there is not a finer gentle by the example of our neighbours. man upon the road than the captain! If he comes Mrs Peach. Maybap, my dear, you may infrom Bagshot at any reasonable hour, he hath jure the girl : she loves to imitate the fine ladies, promised to make one this evening with Polly, and she may only allow the captain liberties in me, and Bob Booty, at a party at quadrille. Pray, the view of interest. my dear, is the captain rich?

Peach. But 'tis your duty, my dear, to warn Peach. The captain keeps too good company the girl against her ruin, and to instruct her how erer to grow rich. Marybone and the chocolate to make the most of her beauty. I'll go to her houses are his undoing. The man, that proposes this moment, and sift her. In the mean time, to get money by play, should have the education wife, rip out the coronets and marks of these of a fine gentleman, and be trained up to it from dozen of cambric handkerchiefs; for I can dishis youth.

pose of them this afternoon to a chap in the city. Árs Peach. Really I am sorry, upon Polly's

[Erit. account, the captain hath not more discretion. Mrs Peach. Never was a man more out of the What business bath he to keep company with way in an argument than my husband! Why lords and gentlemen? he should leave them to must our Polly, forsooth, differ from her sex, and prey upon one another.

love only her husband? And why must Polly's Peach. Upon Polly's account! What a plague marriage, contrary to all observation, make her does the woman mean? Upon Polly's account! the less followed by other men? All men are

Mrs Peach. Captain Macheath is very fond of thieves in love, and like a woman the better for the girl.

being another's property. Peach. And what then?

Mrs Peach. If I have any skill in the ways of AIR.-Of all the simple things we do, &c. women, I am sure Polly thinks him a very pretty man.

A maid is like the golden ore, Peach. And what then? you would not be so Which hath guineas intrinsical in', mad to have the wench marry him ? Gamesters Whose worth is never known before and highwaymen are generally very good to their It is tried and impressed in the mint. whores, but they are very devils to their wives. A wife's like a guinea in gold,

· Mrs Peach. But if Polly should be in love, Stampt with the name of her spouse:
how should we help her, or how can she help Now here, now there, is bought or is sold,
herself? Poor girl! I'm in the utmost concern And is current in every house.
about her.

Enter Filcu.
AIR.—Why is your faithful slave disdained ?
If love the virgin's heart invade,

Come hither, Filch ! I am as fond of this child How, like a moth, the simple maid

as though my mind misgave me he were my own. Still plays about the flame!

He hath as fine a hand at picking a pocket as a If soon she be not made a wife,

woman, and is as nimble-fingered as a juggler. Her honour's singed, and then for life If an unlucky session does not cut the rope of She's what I dare not name.

thy life, I pronounce, boy, thou wilt be a great

man in history. Where was your post last night, Peach. Look ye, wife, a handsome wench, in my boy? our way of business, is as profitable as at the bar Filch. I ply'd at the opera, madam; and, conof a Temple coffee-house, who looks upon it as sidering 'twas neither dark nor rainy, so that there

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