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Tho" my heart was as-frozen as ice
When he hist me, so sweetly he prest,
So I thought it both safest and best
Mrs. Peach. Then all the hopes of our family are gone for ever and ever!
Peach. And Macheath may hang his father and mother-in-law, in hopes to get into their daughter's fortune.
Polly. I did not marry him (as 't is the fashion) coolly and deliberately for honour or money—but I love him.
Mrs. Peach. Love him! worse and worse! I thought the girl had been better bred. Oh husband! husband! her folly makes me mad! my head swims! I'm distracted! I cann't support myself—Oh! 371
Peach. See, wench, to what a condition you have reduced your poor mother! A glass of cordial this instant. How the poor woman takes it to heart!
[Polly goes out and returns with it. Ah, hussy! now this is the only comfort your mother has left.
Polly. Give her another glass. Sir; my mamma drinks double the quantity whenever she is out of order. This you pee fetches her.'
Mrs. Peach. The girl shows such a readiness and so much concern, that, I could almost find in my heart to forgive her. 382
O Jenny, O Jenny! where hast thou been?
0 Polly I you might have toy'd and hist 1
Polly. But he so teas'd mef
Mrs. Peach. Not with a highwayman—you sorry slut! 389
Peach. A word with you, wife. 'Tis no new thing for a wench to take a man without consent of parents. You know 'tis the frailty of woman my dear.
Mrs. Peach. Yes, indeed, the sex is frail; but the first time a woman is frail she should be somewhat nice methinks, for then or never is the time to make her fortune: after that, she hath nothing to do but to guard herself from being found out, and she may do what she pleases. 398
Peach. Make yourself a little easy; I have a thought shall soon set all matters again to rights. Why so melancholy Polly? since what is done cannot be undone, we must all endeavour to make the best of it.
Mrs. Peach. Well, Polly, as far as one wsman can
forgive another I forgive thee.—Your father is too
fond of you, hussy. Polly. Then all my sorrows are at an end. Mrs. Peach. A mighty likely speech iii troth for a
wench who is just married! 410
Thomas, I cannot, &c.
Polly. 1 lihe a ship in storms was tost,
Peach. I hear customers in t'other room; go talk, with them Polly, but come again as soon as they are gone.—But hark ye, child, if't is the gentleman who was here yesterday about the repeating watch, say, you believe we cann't get intelligence of it till tomorrow, for I lent it to Sukey Straddle to make a figure with to-night at a tavern in Drury-lane. If t'other gentleman calls for the silver-hilted sword, you know beetle-brow'd Jemmy hath it on, and he doth not come from Tunbridge till Tuesday night, so that it cannot be had till then. [Exit Polly."] Dear wife! be a little pacified; don't let your passion run away with your senses: Polly, I grant you, hath done a rash thing. 434
Mrs. Peach. If she had had only an intrigue with the fellow, why the very best families have excused and huddled up a frailty of that sort. 'Tis marriage, husband, that makes it a blemish.
Peach. But money, wife, is the true fuller's earth for reputations; there is not a spot or a stain but what it can take out. A rich rogue, now-a-days, is fit company for any gentleman; and the world, my dear, hath not such a contempt for roguery as you imagine. I tell you, wife, I can make this match turn to our advantage. 445
Mrs. Peach. I am Very sensible, husband, that Captain Macheath is worth money, but I am in doubt whether he hath not two or three wives already, and then, if he should die in a session or two, Polly's dower would come into dispute.
Peach. That indeed is a point which ought to be considered.
A soldier and a sailor.
A fox may steal your hens, sirt
But this is all but piching,
*The lawyers are bitter enemies to those in our way; they don't care that any body should get a clandestine livelihood but themselves.
Polly. 'Twas only Nimming Ned; he brought in a damask window-curtain, a hoop-petticoat, a pair of silver candlesticks, a periwig, and one silk stocking, from the fire that happen'd last night. 469
Peach. There is not a fellow that is cleverer in his way, and saves more goods out of the fire, than Ned. But now, Polly, to your affair; for matters must not be as they are. You are married then it seems f
Polly. Yes, sir.
Peach. And how do you propose to live, child? Polly. Like other women, sir; upon the industry of my husband.
Mrs. Peach. What! is the wench turn'd fool? a highwayman's wife, like a soldier's, hath as little of his pay as his company. 480
Peach. And had not you the common views of.a gentlewoman in your marriage, Polly?
Polly. I don't know what you mean, sir.
Peach. Of a jointure, and of being a widow.