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we are agreed. You have consented to go the wrongHw

-we shall be both losers in the dishalves in Macheath?

pute—for you know, we have it in our power to Peach. We shall never fall out about an exe- hang each other. You should not be so pascution.—But as to that article, pray how standssionate. our last year's account?

Lock. Nor you so provoking. Lock. If you will run your eye over it, you'll Peach. 'Tis our mutual interest'tis for the find 'tis fair and clearly stated.

interest of the world, we should agreemIf I said Peach. This long arrear of the government, any thing, brother, to the prejudice of your is very hard upon us. Can it be expected that character, I ask pardon. we should hang our acquaintance for nothing, Lock. Brother Peachum-I can forgive, as when our betters will bardly save theirs with-well as resent–Give me your hand : suspicion out being paid for it? Unless the people in does not become a friend. employment pay better, 1 promise them, for Peach. I only meant to give you occasion to justhe future, I shall let other rogues live besides tify yourself. But I must now step home, for I their own.

expect the gentleman about this snuff-box, that Lock. Perhaps, brother, they are afraid these Filch nimmed two nights ago in the Park. I matters may be carried too far. We are treated appointed him at this bour.

[Erit. too by them with contempt, as if our profession were not reputable.

Enter Lucy. Peach. In one respect indeed, our employ Lock. Whence come you, hussy? ment may be reckoned dishonest, because, like Lucy. My tears might answer that question. great statesmen, we encourage those who be Lock. You have been whimpering and fondtray their friends.

ling like a spaniel, over the fellow that hath Lock. Such language, brother, any where abused you. else, might turn to your prejudice. Learn to Lucy. One can't help love; one can't cure be more guarded, I beg you.

it. 'Tis not in my power to obey you, and hate

him. AIR.—How happy are we, &c.

Lock. Learn to bear your husband's death When you censure the age,

like a reasonable woman: 'tis not the fashion Be cautious and sage,

now-a-days so much as to affect sorrow upon

these occasions. No woman would ever marry, Lest the courtiers offended should be ; If you mention vice or bribe,

if she had not the chance of mortality for a re'Tis so pat to all the tribe,

lease. Act like a woman of spirit, hussy, and Each cries. That was levell’d at me.

thank your father for what he is doing. Peach. Here's poor Ned Clincher's name, I AIR.-Of a noble race was Shenkin. see : sure, brother Lockit, there was a little un

Lucy. Is, then, his fate decreed, sir ? fair proceeding in Ned's case; for he told me,

Such u man can I think of quitting? in the condemned hold, that, for value received, you had promised him a session or two longer

When first we met so moves me yet.

Oh! see how my heart is splitting. without molestation.

Lock, Mr. Peachum-this is the first time Lock. Look ye, Lucy—there's no saving my honour was ever called in question. him--so I think you must even do like other

Peach. Business is at an end—if once we act widows--buy yourself weeds, and be cheerful. dishonourably. Lock. Who accuses me?

AIR. Peach. You are warm, brother.

You'll think, ere many days ensue, Lock. Ile that attacks my honour, attacks

This sentence not severe ; my livelihood—And this usage--Sir-is not to be borne.

I hang your husband, child, 'tis true,

But with him hang your cure. Peach. Since you provoke me to speak,-1 must tell you too, that Mrs. Coaxer charges you

Tuang dang dillo dee! with defrauding her of her information-money, Like a good wite, go moan over your dying busfor the apprehending of Curl-pated Hugh. In-band: that, child, is your duty.-Consider, deed, indeed, brother, we must punctually pay girl, you can't have the man and the money our spies, or we shall have no information. too-so make yourself as easy as you can by Lock. Is this language to me, sirrah !-who getting all you can from him.

[Exit. have sav'd you from the gallows, sirrah?

Enter MACHEATH. (Collaring each other. Peach. If I am hanged, it shall be for ridding Lucy. Though the ordinary was out of the the world of an arrant ratcal.

way to-day, I hope, my dear, you will, upon the Lock. This hand shall do the office of the hal- first opportunity, quiet my scruples. Oh, sir,

you deserve, and throttle you--you my father's hard heart is not to be softened, dog!

and I am in the utmost despair ! Peach. Brother, brother !--we are both in Mac. But if I could raise a small sum--would


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.-Flesh and blood cannot bear

my usage. AIR.-London ladies.

Polly. Shall I not claim my own?—Justice If you, at an office, solicit your due, bids me speak? And would not have matters neglected, You must quicken the clerk wiih the perquisite, AIR.—- Have you heard of a frolicsome ditty ! too,

Mac. How happy could I be with either, To do what his duty directed.

Tere t'other dear charmer away!
Or would you the frowns of a lady prevent, But while you thus teuse me together,
She, too, has this palpable failing ;

To neither a word will I say,
The perquisite softens her into consent :

But tol de rol, 8c. Thai 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. He 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!

AIR.-Irish trot.
Lucy. Was there ever such another villain !
Polly. Oh, Macheath! was it for this we

Polly. I'm bubbled! parted? Taken! imprisoned ! tried ! hanged!

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 wife 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

Lucy. When

you come to the tree, should the ters to see thee in this condition!

hangman refuse,

These fingers, with pleasure, could fasten the
AIR.-All in the Downs, &c.

Polly. I'm bubbled, 8c.
Thus, when the swallow, seeking prey,
IPithin the sash is closely pent,

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 Her chuttering lovers all around her skim ;

would fain have the credit of being thought my She heeds them not (poor bird !), her soul's with

widow._Really, Polly, this is no time for a him.

dispute of this sort; for whenever you are talk

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 !

disowning me! Lucy. Am I then bilked of my virtue? Can I Mac. And bast 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; Oh, 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!

Polly. Barbarous husband !

Polly. Cease your funning,
Lucy. Hadst thou been hanged five months Force or cunning,
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,

MInc. I am naturally compassionate, wife, so By their flirting,

that I could not use the wench as she deserved, Honen oft have enoy sheun :

which made you at first suspect there was somcPleased to ruin

thing in what she said. Others' wooing,

Lucy. Indeed, my dear! I was strangely puzNever happy in their own!

zled. Decency, madam, methinks, might teach you Alac. If that had been the case, lier father to behave yourself with some reserve with the would never have brought me into this circumhusband, while his wife is present.

stance-No, Lucy, I had rather die than be false Mac. But seriously, Polly, this is carrying the to thee. joke a little too far.

Lucy. Ilow 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 lianged, than in the arms of ansend for the turnkey to shew you the door. I am other. sorry, madain, you force me to be so ill-bred. Nac. But couldst thou bear to see me hang

Polly. Give me leave to tell you, madam, ed? these forward airs don't becomc you in the Lucy. Oh, Macleath! I can never live to see least, madam; an 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 cor

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 retuse and are for flinging dirt,

to assist me, Peachum and your father will imLet's try who best can spatter,

mediately put me beyond all means of escape. Hladam Flirt!

Lucy. My father, I know, hath been drinking Polly. Ihy, hou 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. If I can proHow 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 jude!

[To her. Mac. If we are together, 'twill be impossible Enter PEACHUM.

to lie concealed. As soon as the search begins Peach. Where's my wenclı? Ah, hussy, to be a little cool, I will send to thee-till tlien, bussy! Come you home, you slut? and, when my heart is tlıy prisoner. your fellow is hanged, hang yourself, to make

Lucy, ('ome, then, iny dear husband ! owe thy your family some amends.

life to me--and, though you love me not-be Polly, Dear, dear father! do not tear me gratetjela -Dut that Polly runs in my head from him. I must speak; I have more to say

strangely. to him. Oh, twist thy fetters about me, that be

Mac. A moment of time may make us unmay not haul me from thee!

happy for ever.
Peach. Sure all women are alike! if ever they
commit one folly, they are sure to commit an AIR.— The lass of Putie's will.
o:her, by exposing themselves.--Away! not a
word more!-- You are my prisoner now, hussy! Lucy. I, like the for, shall grieve,

Whose mute hath loji her side,
AIR.-Irish howl.

Ilhom hounds from morn to eil,
Polly. No power on earth can e'er divide Chrise v'er the country wide.
The knot, that sacred lore huath tied !

Where can my lover hide, H'hen parents draw against our mind,

Hl'here cheat the unry pack? The true-love's knot they faster bind.

Is love be not his guide, Oh, oh ray, oh Amborah-Oh, oh, &c.

lle nerer will come back. [Ercunt. [Holding MACHEATH, Peacuum pulling

ker,-Ereunt PEACHUM and Poly.


SCENE I.-Newgate.

Lucy. Sir, here hath been Peachum and his

daughter Polly; and, to be sure, they know the Enter LOCKIT and Lucy.

ways of Newgate as well as if they bad been

born and bred in the place all their lives. Why Lock. To be sure, wench, you must have must all your suspicion light upon been aiding and abetting to help him to his Lock. Lucy, Lucy! I will have none of these escape.

shuttling answers.



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.]. Ale pronounce you guilty.


of Peachum's people now in the Lucy. Keep your's, sir I do wish I


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. [Erit 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 bis 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 Filcu.) I'll go to him there, for I bar of an alehouse, is always besieged. have inany 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 villaio to me.

not remain a day longer out of my clutches. Lock. and so you have let him 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. Ifow I am weatherstanding all he swore, I am now fully convinced beaten and shattered with distresses ! that Polly Peachum is actually his wife.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

I'm like a skiff on the ocean tost, money, and then Peachum will hang him, and cheat us both.

Now high, now low, with cuch billor borne, Lock. So I am to be ruined, because,

With her rudder broke, and her anchor lost,

Deserted and all forlorn : forsooth, you must be in love?--A very pretty excuse !

While thus I lie rolling and tossing all night, Lucy. I could murder that impudent, happy

That Polly lies sporting on seas of delight!

Revenge, revenge, revenge, strumpet-I gave him his life, and that creature enjoys the sweets of it-Ungrateful Macheath!

Shall appease 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 Was e'er such a wretch as I !

than the poisoning that slut. With rage I redden like scarlet,

Enter Fulch. That my

dear inconstant var let, Stark blind to my charms,

Filch. Madam, here's Miss Polly come to Is lost in the arms

wait upon you. Of that jilt, that inveigling harlot !

Lucy. Shew her in.
Stark blind to my charms,
Is lost in the arms

Enter POLLY.
Of that jilt, that inveigling harlot ! Lucy. Dear madam ! your servant. I hope
This, this my resentment alarms.

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 bath 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 thec, because thors handsome discipline to bring you to your

art my son. -Go! [Exit 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)


cuse me.


I vow,

The good husband, as meek us a lamb, pump some secrets ont of me—I'll be upon my Her vapours 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 waters. Poor man! and i he 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 iny own behaviour, madam, but my

misfortunes and

Lucy. Really, Miss Polly, you are as squeamreally, madam, I suffer too upon your ac- ishly affected about taking a cup of strony

waters, as a lady before company. Lucy. But, Miss Polly—in the way of friend- Polly, I shall take it monstrously ill, if you reship, 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 gliminering of happiness is lost! have better in her closet for her own private [Drops the glass of liquor on the ground. drinking-You seem mighty low in spirits, my

Enter LockIt, MACHEATH, 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

another escape,

for have left you in the rude manner I did, when we

are ordered to be

you met last, madam, had not my papa hauled me

called down upon your trial immediately.

Peach. Away, hussies ! this is not a time for away so unexpectedly~I was, indeed, somewhat provoked, and perhaps might use some

a man to be hampered with his wives--you sce 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

to see thee, but to see thee thus, distracts contempt and cruelty, that I deserved your pity

me! 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! 'tis his Polly? Why hadst thou not flown to me for I am the unbappy wife, and he loves you, as if protection with me tbou 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. Lucy. 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, accept of my offer.

Polly. Mine too breaks.

Lucy. Must I,
AIR.—Come, sweet lass.

Polly. Must I be slighted ?
Come, sweet lass!

Mac. What would you have me say, ladies?
Let's banish sorrow

-You sec 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.

inight prevent a law-suit between your two Wine can clear

The vapours of despair,
And muke us light as air ;

AIR.Tom Tinker's my true love, &c.
Then drink, and banish care. /

Mac. Which wuy 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 duy 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 tuo at a time there's no moriul can bear, for nothing--at this time too, when I know she This uoy, and that way, ad which way I will, kates me!-The dissembling of a woman is al- What would comfort the one, t' other wife uvuld ways the forerunner of mischief-By pouring

take ill. strong waters down my throat, she thinks to Polly. But

isfortunes have made

his own

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