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And we grant all their hearts desired, have neither the chance of love or money for When they are flattered and admired. another escape, for you are ordered to be called

down upon your trial immediately. The coquettes of both sexes are self lovers, and Peach. Away, hussies ! this is not a time for a that is a love no other whatever can dispossess. man to be hampered with his wives—you see the I fear, my dear Lucy, our husband is one of gentleman is in chains already those.

Lucy. O husband, husband! my heart longed Lucy. Away with these melancholy reflections! to see thee, but to see thee thus, distracts me! - Indeed, my dear Polly, we are both of us a Polly. Will not my dear husband look upon cup too low : let me prevail upon you to accept his Polly? Why hadst thou not flown to me for of my offer.

protection ? with me thou hadst been safe. AIR.—Come, sweet lass.

AIR.— The last time I came o'er the moor. Come, sweet lass!

Polly. Hither, dear husband ! turn your eyes.
Let's banish sorrow

Lucy. Bestow one glance to cheer me.
Till to-morrow;

Polly. Think with that look thy Poly dies.
Come, sweet lass!

Lucy. O shun me not, but hear me.
Let's take a chirping glass,

Polly. Tis Polly sues.
Wine can clear

Lucy. 'Tis Lucy speaks.
The vapours of despair,

Polly. Is thus true love requited ?
And make us light as air;

Lucy. My heart is bursting.
Then drink, and banish care,

Polly. Mine too breaks.

Lucy. Must I,
I can't bear, child, to see you in such low spirits Polly. Must I be slighted ?

-and I must persuade you to what I kuow will do you good -I shall now soon be even Mac, What would you have me say, ladies? with the hypocritical strumpet. (Aside.]. [Exit. You see this affair will soon be at an end, with

Pooly. All this wheedling of Lucy can't be for out my disobliging either of you. nothing-at this time too, when I know she Peach. But the settling this point, captain, hates me!- The dissembling of a woman is al might prevent a law-suit between your two ways the forerunner of mischief-By pouring widows. strong waters down my throat, she thinks to pump some secrets out of me I'll be upon my AIR.---Tom Tinker's my true love, 8c. guard, and won't taste a drop of her liquor, I'm resolved.

Mac. Which

way shall I turn me ?-how can I

decide? Enter Lucy, with strong waters.

Wives, the day of our death, are as fond as a

bride. Lucy. Come, Miss Polly.

One wife is too much for most husbands to hear, Polly. Indeed, child, you have given yourself But two at a time there's no mortal can bear, trouble to no purpose-You must, my dear, ex- This way, and that way, and which way I will,

What would comfort the one, t' other wife would Lucy. Really, Miss Polly, you are as squeam

take ill. ishly affected about taking a cup of strong waters, as a lady before coinpany. I vow, Polly, Polly. But if his own misfortunes have made I shall take it monstrously ill, if you refuse me- him insensible to mine--a father, sure, will Brandy and men (though women love themn never be more compassionate--Dear, dear sir ! so well) are always taken by us with some re- sink the material evidence, and bring hiin off luctance-unless 'tis in private.

at his trial -Polly, upon her knees, begs it of Polly. I protest, Madam, it goes against you. -What do I see ! Macheath again

in custody !--now every glimmering of happiness is AIR.-I am a poor shepherd undone. lost! [Drops the gluss of liquor on the ground.

Lucy. Since things are thus, I'm glad the When my hero in court appears, wench hath escaped; for, by this event, 'tis plain And stands arraigned for his life, she was not happy enough to deserve to be Then think of your Polly's tears, poisoned.

(Aside. For, ah! poor Poily's his wife.

Like the sailor he holds up his hand, Enter LOCKIT, MACHEATI, and Peachum.

Distrest on the dashing wave;

To die a dry dcath at land Lock. Set your heart at rest, captain You Is as bad as a wat'ry grave.

cuse me.



And alas, poor Polly!

Polly. Follow them, Filch, to the court, and Alack, and well-a-day!

when the trial is over, bring me a particular acBefore I was in love,

count of his behaviour, and of erery thing that Oh! ev'ry month was May.

happened -You'll find me here with Miss

Lucy. [Erit Filch.] But why is all this moLucy. If Peachum's heart is hardened, sure sick? you, sir, will have more compassion on a daugh- Lucy. The prisoners, whose trials are put off

I know the evidence is in your power till next session, are diverting themselves.
-How then can you be a tyrant to me! Polly. Sure there is nothing so charming as

[Kneeling. music! I'm fond of it to distraction—But, alas!

-now all mirth seems an insult upon my afflicAIR.-Ianthe the lovely, &c.

tion.- Let us retire, my dear Lucy! and indulge

our sorrows The noisy crew, you see, are coniWhen he holds up his hand arraigned for his ing upon us.

[Ereunt. life, O, think of your daughter, and think I'mn his A dance of prisoners in chains, &c.

wife ! What are cannons or bombs, or clashing of SCENE IV.The condemned hold. Mac, swords :

HEATu in a meluncholy posture.
For death is more certain by witnesses' words:
Then nail up their lips, that dread thunder

AIR.—Happy groves.
And each month of my life will hereafter be O cruel, cruel, cruel case !

Must I suffer this disgrace? Lock. Macheath's time is come, Lucy-We AIR.-Of all the girls that are so smart, know our own affairs; therefore, let us have no more whimpering or whining.

Of all the friends in time of grief,

When threat’ning Death looks grimmer,
AIR.-A cobler there was, &c.

Not one so sure can bring relief

At this best friend, a brimmer. [Drinks,
Ourselves, like the great, to secure a retreat,
When matters require it, must give up our gang;

AIR.- Britons strike home!
And good reason why,
Or instead of the fry,

Since I must swing--I scorn, I scorn to wince Even Peachum and I,

or whine.

[Rises, Like poor petty rascals might hang, hang, Like poor petty rascals might hang !

AIR.---Chevy chase. Peach. Set your heart at rest, Polly-your But now again my spirits sink, husband is to die to-day-therefore, if you I'll raise them high with wine. are not already provided, 'tis high time to look

[Drinks a glass of wine. about for another. There's comfort for you, you slut.

AIR.— To old Sir Simon the king.
Lock. We are ready, sir, to conduct you to
Old Bailey.

But valour the stronger grows

The stronger liquor we're drinking,
AIR.Bonny Dundee.

And how can we fcel our woes

When we have lost the trouble of thinking? Mac. The charge is prepared, the lawyers are

(Drinks. met, The judges all ranged (a terrible show!)

AIR.-Joy to great Cæsar.
I go undismayed-for death is a debt,
A debt on demand--so take what I owe.

If thus-a man can die,
Then, farewell my love !-dear charmers, adieu ! Much bolder with brandy.
Contentcd I die--'tis the better for you.

[Pours out a bumper of brandy. Ilere ends all dispute the rest of our lives, For this way at once I please all my wives.

AIR.—There was an old woman, &c. Now, gentlemen, I am ready to attend you. So I drink off this bumper-and now I can [Eveunt PEACHUM, Lockir, and M&CHEATI.

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And my comrades shall see that I die as brave å husband a-piece, or, by good luck, 'two or three, as the best.

[Drinks as you like best.

Polly. How can I support this sight!
AIR.–Did you ever hear of a gallant sailor ? Lucy. There is nothing moves one so much as

a great man in distress !
But can I leave my pretty hussies,
Without one tear or tender sigh?

AIR.—All you that must take a leap.
AIR.-Why are mine eyes still flowing ?

Lucy. Would I might be hanged ! Their cyes, their lips, their busses,

Polly. And I would so too! Recal my love-Ah!'must I die !

Lucy. To be hanged with you!

Polly. My dear, with you!
AIR.-Green Sleeves. -' ) Mac. O leave me to thought ! I fear! I doubt!

I tremble! I droop!-See, my courage is out! Since laws were made for every degree,

[Turns up the empty bottle.. To curb vice in others. as well as in me,

Lucy. No token of love? I wonder we ha'n't better company

Polly. Adieu ! Upon Tyburn tree!

Lucy. Farewell! But gold from law can take out the sting, Mac. But hark! I hear the toll of the bell! And if rich men like us were to swing, Twould thin the land such numbers to string Jail. Four women more, captain, with a child Upon Tyburn tree !

a-piece. See, here they come. Jail . Some friends of yours, captain, desire to

Enter Women and Children. be admitted - I leave you together.

[Erit Jailor

Mac. What! four wives more !-this is too

much-Here—tell the sheriff's officers I am Enter Ben BUDGE and Mat of the Mint.


| Ereunt. Mac. For my baving broke prison, you see, gentlemen, I am ordered for immediate execution - The sheriff's officers, I believe, are now at the

Enier BEGGAR and PLAYER. doorThat Jemmy Twitcher should peach me, I own surprised me-'Tis a plain proof, that Play. But, honest friend, I hope you don't inthe world is all alike, and that even our gang can tend that Macheath shall be really executed ? no more trust one another than other people; Beg. Most certainly, sir : to make the piece therefore, I beg you, gentlemen, look well to perfect, I was for doing strict poetical justice. yourselves, for, in all probability, you may live Macheath is to he hanged; and, for the other some months longer.

personages of the drama, the audience must supMat. We are heartily sorry, captain, for your pose they were all either hanged or transported. misfortunes—but 'tis what we must all come to. Play. Why then, friend, this is a downright

Mac. Peachum and Lockit, you know, are in- deep tragedy. The catastrophe is manifestly famous scoundrels : their lives are as much in wrong; for an opera must end happily. your power, as yours are in theirs

-Remember Beg. Your objection is very just, and is easily your dying friend- 'tis my last request- removed; for you must allow, that, in this kind of Bring those villains to the gallows before you, drama, 'tis no matter how absurdly things are and I am satisfied.

brought about: so you rabble there-run and Mat. We'll do't.

cry, A Reprieve!-Let the prisoner be brought

back to his wives in triumph. Re-enter Jailor.

Play. All this we must do to comply with the Jail. Miss Polly and Miss Lucy entreat a word taste of the town.

Beg. Through the whole piece you may obMac, Gentlemen, adieu !

serve such a similitude of inanners in high and (Ereunt Ben BUDGE and Mat of the Mint. low life, that it is difficult to determine whether,

in the fashionable vices, the fine gentlemen imiEnter Lucy and POLLY.

tate the gentlemen of the road, or the gentleinen

of the road the fine gentlemen. Had the play Mac. My dear Lucy! my dear Polly! whatsoever remained as I at first intended, it would have hath past between us, is now at an end—If you carried a most excellent moral; 'twould have are fond of marrying again, the best advice I can shewn, that the lower sort of people have their give you is, to ship yourselves off for the West vices in a degree as well as the rich, and that Indies, where you'll have a fair chance of getting they are punished for them, VOL. III.


with you.

Let us

Re-enter MACHEATH, with rabble, &c. bawling,

[A dance.] a Reprieve ! Mac. So, it seems, I am not left to my choice,

AIR.—Lumps of pudding, &c. but must have a wife at last — Look ye, my Thus I stand, like a Turk, with his doxies dears, we will have no controversy now.

around, give this day to mirth, and I am sure she, who From all sides their glances his passion confound, thinks herself my wife, will testify her joy by a For black, brown, and fair, his inconstancy burns, dance.

And the different beauties subdue him by turns. All. Come, a dance, a dance !

Each calls forth her charms to provoke his deMac. Ladies, I hope you will give me leave sires, to present a partner to each of you ; and (if I Though willing to all, with but one he retires. may without offence) for this time I take Polly Then think of this maxim, and put off all sorrow, for mine-and for life, you slut, for we were The wretch of to-day may be happy to-morrow. really married-As for the rest-But at present Chorus. Then think of this maxim, &c. keep your own secret. [To Polly

[Ereunt omnes.

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SCENE I.-A street.

John. Lord! ma'am, here she isso, if you Enter Mes Highman, pushing Joan out of

please, you can tell her yourself. [Exit. the door.

Enter LETTICE. Mrs High. Begone, sirrah! Out of my house, Mrs High. Oh, Mrs Lettice, is it you? I am Mr Letter-carrier! and if I ever catch you in it extremely glad to see you-you are the very peragain, your ears shall pay for your audacity. son I would meet.

John. Lord ! ma'am, this is not a love-letter Let. I am much at your service, madam. froin my master to your niece, if the last was, Mrs High. Oh, madam, I know very well that; this is only from Mrs Lettice, to your ladyship’s and at every one's service, I dare swear, that will woman, to invite ber to our house this evening- pay for it: but all the service, madam, that I we are to have a rout.

have for you, is to carry a message to your masMrs High. A rout, indeed! I'd rout you all ter-I desire, madam, that you would tell him to some tune, were 1 your mistress. But begone, froin me, that he is a very great villain, and that sirrah: I'll listen no longer to your impudence; I entreat him never more to come near my doors ; and tell that saucy jade, Lettice, to send no more for, if I find him within them, I will turn my of her letters to my house.

niece out of them.


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