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not twenty guineas, think you, move him?-Of | from a wife), to a man who hath not above all the arguments, in the way of business, the seven or eight days to live. perquisite is the most prevailing.–Your fa- Lucy. Art thou, then, married to another? ther's perquisites, for the escape of prisoners, Hast thou two wives, monster? must amount to a considerable sum in the year. Mac. If womens' tongues can cease for an Money, well timed, and properly applied, will answer-hear me. do any thing.
Lucy. I won't.-Flesb and blood cannot bear
my usage. AIR.-London ladies.
Polly. Shall I not claim own!- Justice If you, at an office, solicit your due,
bids me speak? And would not have matters neglected, You must quicken the clerk with the perquisite,
AIR.—Have you heard of a frolicsome ditty? too,
Mac. How happy could I be with either,
Were t'other dear charmer away!
To neither a word will I say,
But tol de rol, 8c. That reason with all is prevailing:
Polly. Sure, my dear! there ought to be some Lucy. What love or money can do, shall be preference shewn to a wife; at least she may done; for all my comfort depends upon your claim the appearance of it. lle must be dissafety.
tracted with his misfortunes, or he could not
use me thus. Enter Polly.
Lucy. Oh, villain, villain! thou hast deceived Polly. Where is my dear husband?--Was a
me! I could even inform against thee with rope ever intended for this neck! Oh, let me have facts against her intimate acquaintance,
pleasure. Not a prude wishes more heartily to throw my arms about it, and throttle thee with than I now wish to have facts against thee. I love !–Why dost thou turn away from me? would have her satisfaction, and they should all 'Tis thy Polly—'tis thy wife!
Mac. Was ever such an unfortunate rascal as I am!
Polly. I'm bubbled ! parted? Taken! imprisoned ! tried ! banged!
Lucy. I'm bubbled ! Cruel reflection ! I'll stay with thee till death
Polly. Oh, how I am troubled ! no force shall tear thy dear wile from thee now.
Lucy. Bamboozled and bit! What means my love?-not one kind word!
Polly. My distresses are doubled ! not one kind look! Think what thy Polly suf
you come to the tree, should the fers to see thee in this condition!
These fingers, with pleasure, could fasten the AIR.—All in the Downs, &c.
Polly. I'm bubbled, &c.
Mac. Be pacified, my dear Lucy! this is all His consort, with bemoaning lay,
a fetch of Polly's, to make me desperate with Without sits pining for the event ;
you in case I get off. If I am hanged, she
would fain have the credit of being thought my Her chattering lovers all around her skim ; She heeds then not (poor bird !), her soul's with dispute of this sort ; for whenever you are talk
widow.—Really, Polly, this is no time for a him.
ing of marriage, I am thinking of hanging. Muc. I must disown her [Aside.] The wench Polly. And hast thou the heart to persist in is distracted !
disowniny me? Lucy. Am I then bilked of my virtue? Can I Muc. And hast thou the heart to persist in have no reparation ? Sure men were born to persuading me that I am married? Why, Polly, lie, and women to believe them; Ob, villain, dost thou seek to aggravate my misfortunes? villain !
Lucy. Really, Miss Peachum, you but expose Polly. Am I not thy wife?-Thy neglect of yourself: besides, 'tis barbarous in you to worry me, thy aversion to me, too severely proves a gentleman in his circumstances. it.-Look on me—Tell me, am I not thy wife? Lucy. Perfidious wretch!
AIR. Polly. Barbarous husband !
Polly. Cease your funning, Lucy. Hadst thou been hanged five months Force or cunning, ago, I had been happy!
Never shall my heart trepan : Polly. And I, too. If you had been kind to All these sallies me till death, it would not have vexed me--and Are but malice, that's no very unreasonable request (though To seduce my constant man.
'Tis most certain,
Mac. I am naturally compassionate, wife, so By their flirting,
that I could not use the wench as she deserred, l'omen oft havc envy shewn :
which made you at first suspect there was somePleased to ruin
thing in, what she said. Others' wooing,
Lucy. Indeed, my dear! I was strangely puzNever happy in their own !
zled. Decency, madam, methioks, might teach you Mac, If that had been the case, her father to behave yourself with some reserve with the would never have brought me into this circumhusband, while bis wife is present.
stance-No, Lucy, I had rather die than be false Jac. But seriously, Polly, this is carrying the to thee. joke a little too far.
Lucy. How happy am I, if you say this from Lucy. If you are determined, madam, to raise your heart! for I love thee so, that I could sooner a disturbance in the prison, I shall be obliged to bear to see thee hanged, than in the arms of ansend for the turnkey to shew you the door. I am other. sorry, madam, you force me to be so ill-bred. Mac. But couldst thou bear to see me hang
Polly. Give me leave to tell you, madam, ed? these forward airs don't become you in the Lucy. Oh, Macheath! I can never live to see least, madam; and my duty, madam, obliges that day. me to stay with my husband, madam.
Mac. You see, Lucy, in the account of love, AIR.—Good-morrow, gossip Joun. you are in my debt; and you must now be con
vinced, that I rather choose to die, than be anLucy. Why, how now, Madam Flirt ?
other's. Make me, if possible, love thee more, If you thus must chatter,
and let me owe my life to thee. If you refuse And are for fringing dirt,
to assist me, Peachum and your father will imLet's try who best can spatter,
mediately put me beyond all means of escape. Madam Flirt !
Lucy. My father, I know, hath been drinking Polly. Why, how now, saucy jade ! hard with the prisoners; and, I fancy, he is now Sure the uench is tipsy!
taking his nap in his own room. How can you see me made [To him. cure the keys, shall I go off with thee, my The scoff of such a gipsy ?
dear? Saucy jade!
[To her. Muc. If we are together, 'twill be impossible Enter PEACHUM.
to lie concealed. As soon as the search begins Peach. Where's my wench? Ah, hussy,
to be a little cool, I will send to thee-till then, bussy? Come you home, you slut? and, when my heart is thy prisoner. your fellow is hanged, hang yourself, to make life to nie—and, though you love me not—be
Lucy. Come, then, my dear husband ! owe thy your family some amends. Polly. Dear, dear father! do not tear me
-But that Polly runs in my head from him. I must speak; I have more to say
strangely. to him. Ob, twist thy fetters about me, that he
Mac. A moment of time may make us unmay not haul me from thee!
happy for ever.
Lucy. I, like the for, shall grieve,
Il'hose mate hath leji her side,
Whom hounds from morn to eve,
Where can my lover hide,
Where cheat the wary pack? The true-love's knot they faster bind.
If love be not his guide, Oh, oh ruy, oh Amborah-Oh, oh, 8c.
He never will come back. [Ereunt. [Holding MACHEATH, Peachum pulling
her.-Escunt Peachum and Polly,
If I can pro
Lucy. Sir, here hath been Peachum and bis
daugliter Polly; and, to be sure, they know the Enter LOCKIT and Lucy.
ways of Newgate as well as if they had been
born and bred in the place all their lives. Why Lock. To be sure, wench, you must have must all your suspicior light upon me? been aiding and abetting to help him to his Lock. Lucy, Lucy! I will have none of these escape.
Lucy. Well, then-If I know any thing of liquor, so I'll ply him that way, get the secret him, I wish I may be burnt!
from him, and turn this affair to my own adLock. Keep your temper, Lucy, or I shall vantage : -Lucy- [Enter Lucr.] Are pronounce you guilty.
there any of Peachum's people now in the Lucy. Keep your's, sir-_I do wish I may house? be burnt, I do—And what can I say more to Lucy. Filch, sir, is drinking a quartern of convince you?
strong waters in the next room with Black Lock. Did he tip handsomely?- how much Moll. did he come down with? Come, hussy, don't Lock. Bid him come to me.
[Exit Lucy. cheat your father, and I shall not be angry
Enter Filch. with you-Perhaps you have made a better bargain with him, than I could have done-How Why, boy, thou lookest as if thou wert halfmuch, my good girl?
starved, like a shotten herring. But, boy, Lucy. You know, sir, I am fond of him, and can'st thou tell me where thy master is to be would have given money to have kept him with found? me.
Filch. At his lock, sir, at the Crooked Billet. Lock. Ah, Lucy! thy education might have Lock. Very well.--I have nothing more with put thee more upon thy guard; for a girl, in the you. [Exit Fulch.) I'll go to him there, for I bar of an ale house, is always besieged. have many important affairs to settle with him,
Lucy. If you can forgive me, sir, I will make and in the way of those transactions I'll artfully a fair confession; for, to be sure, he hath been get into his secret--so that Macheath shall a most barbarous villain to me.
not remain a day longer out of my clutches. Lock. and so you have let bim escape,
[Erit. hussy! Have you? Lucy. When a woman loves, a kind look, a
Enter Lucy. tender word, can persuade her to any thing Lucy. Jealousy, rage, love, and fear, are at
--and I could ask no other bribe.-Notwith- once tearing me to pieces. Ilow I am weatherstanding all he swore, I am now fully convinced beaten and shattered with distresses! that Polly Peachum is actually his wite.Did I let him escape (fool that I was !) to go AIR.-One evening having lost my way. to her?- Polly will wheedle herself into his money, and then Peachum will hang him, and
I'm like a skiff on the ocean tost,
Now high, now low, with cuch billow borne, cheat us both. Lock. So I am
Il'ith her rudder broke, and her anchor lost, to be ruined, because,
Deserted and all forlorn : forsooth, you must be in love?-A very pretty
While thus I lie rolling and tossing all night, excuse!
That Polly lies sporting on seas of delight! Lucy. I could murder that impudent, happy strumpet-I gave him his life, and that creature
Revenge, revenge, retenge, enjoys the sweets of it-Ungrateful Macneath!
Shall appeuse my restless sprite !
I have the ratsbane ready. I run no risk, AIR.--South Sea ballad.
for I can lay her death upon the gin, and so My love is all madness and folly; many die of that naturally, that I shall never be Alone I lie,
called in question—But say I were to be Toss, tumble, and cry,
hanged- I never could be hanged for What a happy creature is Polly !
any thing that would give me greater comfort IVas e'er such a wretch as I !
than the poisoning that slut.
Filch. Madam, here's Miss Polly come to
Lucy. Shew her in.
Lucy. Dear madam! your servant. I hope
you will pardon my passion-when I was so
happy to see you last-I was so over-run with Lock. And so, after all this mischief, I must the spleen, that I was perfectly out of myself; stay here to be entertained with your caterwaul and really when one hath the spleen, everything ing, Mistress Puss ! -Out of my sight, is to be excused by a friend. wanton strumpet! you shall fast and mortify yourself into reason, with now and then a little AIR.- Now, Roger, I'll tell thee, because thout handsome discipline to bring you to your
art my son. senses. -Go! [Erit Lucy.] Peachum then intends to outwit me in this affair; but I'll be When a wife's in her pout even with him. The dog is leaky in his (As she is sometimes, no doubt)
wait upon you.
The good husband, as meek us a lamb, pump some secrets out of me I'll be upon my Her rapours to still
guard, and won't taste a drop of her liquor, I'm First grants her her will.
resolved. And the quieting draught is a dram;
Enter Lucy, with strong walers. Poor man! and the quieting draught is a dram.
Lucy. Come, Miss Polly. I wish all our quarrels might have so Polly. Indeed, child, you have given yourself comfortable a reconciliation.
trouble to no purpose, you must, my dear, exPolly. I have no excuse for my own belaviour, madam, but my
Lucy. Really, Miss Polly, you are as squeamreally, madam, I suffer too upon your ac- ishly affected about taking a cup of strong count. Lucy. But, Miss Polly—in the way of friend- Polly, I shall take it monstrously ill, if you re
waters, as a lady before company. stup, will you give me leave to propose a glass fuse me. of cordial to you?
Polly. Strong waters are apt to give me the Polly. I protest, Madam, it goes against me head-ache. I hope, madam, you will excuse me, Macheath again in custody !--now every
Lucy. Not the greatest lady in the land could glimmering of happiness is lost! have better in her closet for her own private [Drops the glass of liquor on the ground. draking-You seem mighty low in spirits, my Enter Lockit, MacheATI, and Peachum. dear! Polly. I am sorry, madam, my health will not
Lock. Set your heart at rest, captain--You allow me to accept of your offer-I should not have neither the chance of love or money for have left you in the rude manner I did, when we another escape, for you are ordered to be met last, madam, had not my papa hauled me
called down upon your trial immediately. away so unexpectedly-I was, indeed, some
Peach. Away, hussies ! this is not a time for what provoked, and perhaps might use some
a man to be hampered with his wives—you see expressions that were disrespectful—but really, the gentleman is in chains already. madam, the captain treated me with so inuch
Lucy. O husband, husband! my heart longed contempt and cruelty, that I deserved your pity to see thee, but to see thee thus, distracts rather than your resentment. Lucy. But since his escape, no doubt all mat
Polly. Will not my dear husband look upon ters are made up again—Ah, Polly! Polly! 'uis his Polly? Why hadst thou not flown to me for I am the unhappy wife, and he loves you, as if protection with me thou hadst been safe. you were only his mistress.
AIR,—The last time I came o'er the moor. Polly. Sure, madam, you cannot think me so happy as to be the object of your jealousy?-A
Polly. Hither, dear husband! turn your eyes. man is always afraid of a woman, who loves him
Lucy. Bestow one glance to cheer me. too well- so that I must expect to be neglected
Polly. Think with that look thy Polly dies. and avoided.
Lucy. O shun me not, but hear me. Lury. Then our cases, my dear Polly, are
Polly. 'Tis Polly sues. exactly alike: both of us, indeed, have been too
Lucy. 'Tis Lucy speaks. fond. Indeed, my dear Polly, we are both of
Polly. Is thus true love requited ? us a cup too low: let me prevail upon you to
Lucy. My heart is bursting.
Polly. Mine too breaks. accept of my offer.
Lucy. Must 1,
Polly. Must I be slighted ?
Muc. What would you have me say, ladies?
- You see this affair will soon be at an end, Till to-morrow;
without my disobliging either of you. Come, sweet lass!
Peach. But the settling this point, captain, Let's take a chirping glass.
might prevent a law-suit between your two Wine can clear
AIR.—Tom Tinker's my true love, &c.
Mac. Ilhich way shall I turn me?-how can I can't bear, child, to see you in such low spirits
I decide? - and I must persuade you to what I know Wives, the day of our death, are as fond as a will do you good -I shall now soon be even
bride. with the hypocritical strumpet. [Aside.] [Erit. One wife is too much for most husbunds to hear,
Polly. All this wheedling of Lucy can't be But two at a time there's no mortal can bear, for nothing-at this time too, when I know she This way, and that way, and which way I will, Eates me!—The dissembling of a woman is al- Whut would comfort i he one, t' other wife would ways the forerunner of mischief-By pouring
take ill. strous waters down my throat, she thinks to Polly. But if his own misfortunes have made
him insensible to mine a father, sure,. will AIR.—To old Sir Simon the king.
But valour the stronger grows at his trial -Polly, upon her knees, begs it The stronger liquor we're drinking, of you.
And how can we feel our woes
When we huve lost the trouble of thinking ? AIR.-I am a poor shepherd undone.
[Drinks. When my hero in court appears,
AIR.--Joy to great Casar.
If thus-a man can die,
Much bolder with brandy.
[Pours out a bumper of brandy. Like the sailor he holds up his hand, Distrest on the dashing wave;
AIR.--There was an old woman, &c.
So I drink off this bumper-and now I can
stand the test, And alas, poor Polly! Alack, and well-r1-day!
And my comrades shall see that I die as brave
as the best. Before I was in love,
[Drinks. Ok! ev'ry month was May.
AIR.-Did you ever hear of a gallant sailor ? Peach. Set your heart at rest, Polly-your
But can I leave my pretty hussies, husband is to die to-day-therefore, if you Without one tcar or tender sigh? are not already provided, 'tis high time to look about for another. There's comfort for you, AIR.—Why are mine eyes still flowing: Lock. We are ready, sir, to conduct you to
Their eyes, their lips, their busses, the Old Bailey.
Recal my loveAh! must I die!
Since laws were made for every degree, Mac. The charge is prepared, the lawyers are to curb rice in others, as well as in me, met,
I wonder we ha'n't better company The judges all ranged (u terrible show !)
Upon Tyburn tree! I go undismayed--for death is a debt,
But gold from law can take out the sting, A debt on demand-so take what I owe.
And if rich men like us were to swing, Then, farewell my love !-dear charmers, adieu ! 'Twould thin the land such numbers to string Contentcd I die 'lis the better for you. Here ends all dispute the rest of our
Upon Tyburn tree ! For this way at once I please all my wives.
Enter Jailor. Now, gentlemen, I am ready to attend you. Jail. Some friends of yours, captain, desire
[Ereunt Peachum, Lockit, and MACCATII. to be admitted—I leave you together. SCENE IV.- The condemned hold. Mac
[Exit Jailor. HEATH in a melancholy posture.
Enter Ben BUDGE and Mat of the Mint. AIR.-Happy groves.
Mac. For my baving broken prison, you see,
gentlemen, I am ordered for immediate exeO cruel, cruel, cruel case!
cution–The sheriff's officers, I believe, are now Alust I suffer this disgrace ?
at the door-That Jemmy Twitcher should AIR.-Of all the girls that are so smart.
peach me, I own surprised me~Tis a plain
proof, that the world is all alike, and that even Of all the friends in time of grief,
our gang can no more trust one another than IVhen threat'ning Death looks grimmer,
other people; therefore, I beg you, gentlemen, Not one so sure can bring relief
look well to yourselves, for, in all probability, As this best friend, a brimmer. [Drinks. you may live some months longer.
Mat. We are heartily sorry, captain, for AIR. - Britons strike home.
your misfortunes--but 'tis what we must all Since I must swing-I scorn, I scorn to wince Mac. Peachum and Lockit, you know, are or whine.
(Rises. infamous scoundrels: their lives are as much in AIR.-Chevy chase.
your power, as yours are in theirs-Remem
ber your dying friend'tis my last request But now again my spirits sink.
Bring those villains to the gallows beforo I'll raise them high with wine.
you, and I am satisfied. [Drinks a glass of wine. Mat, We'll do't.