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Polly. But I love him, sir : how then could the customs of the world, and make gratitude I have thoughts of parting with him? give way to interest-He'sball be taken oli

. Peach. Parting with him! why that is the

Mrs. P. I'll undertake to manage Polly. whole scheme and intention, of all marriage Peach. And I'll prepare matters for the articles. The comfortable estate of widow- Old Bailey. hood is the only hope that keeps up a wife's [Exeunt Peachum and Mrs. Peocharm spirits. Where is the woman who would Polly. Now I'm a wretch indeed!—Metbiru scruple to be a wise, if she had it in her I see him already in the cart, sweeter 2. power to be a widow whenever she pleased? more lovely than the nosegay in bis band'If you have any views of this sort, Polly, I hear the crowd estolling his resolution 3. shall think the match not so very unreason- intrepidity!- I see him at the tree!') :able,

whole circle are in tears!--What then Polly. How I dread to bear your advice! become of Polly?-As yet I may inform La yet I must beg you to explain yourself. of their design, and aid him in bis escape

Peach. Secure what he hath got, have him. It shall be so.-But then he flies, absents : peach'd the next sessions, and ihen at once self, and I bar myself from his dear, dom you are made a rich widow.

conversation! that too will distract me.-li Polly. What! murder the man I love! the keeps out of the way, my papa and mara blood runs cold at my heart with the very may in time relent, and we may be hap; thought of it!

If he stays, he is hanged, and then be is a Peach. Fie, Polly! what bath murder to do for ever!-He intended to lie concealed in an in the affair? Since the thing sooner or later room till the dusk of the evening. If they must happen, I dare say that the captain him- abroad, i'll this instant let him out, lest :: self would like that we should get the reward accident should prevent him. for his death sooner than a stranger. Why, Polly, the captain knows that as 'tis his em

Enler MACHEATA. ployment to rob, so 'tis ours to take robbers;

DU ETT. every man in his business: so that there is Mac. . Pretty Polly, say, no malice in the case.

When I was away, Mrs. P. To have him peached is the only

Did your fancy never stray thing could ever make me forgive her.

To some newer lover?

Polly. Without disguise,

Heaving sighs,
Oh ponder well! be not severe;

Doting eyes,
So save a wretched wife:
For on the rope that hangs my dear,

My constant heart discover.

Fondly let me loll! Depends poor Polly's lilc.

Mac. Opretty, pretty Poll! Mrs. P. But your duly to your parents, Polly. And are you as fond of me 3e: hussy, obliges you to hang him. What would my dear? many a wife, give for such an opportunity! Mac. Suspect my honour, my coun

Polly. What is a jointure, what is widow- suspect anything but my love. - May hood, to me? I know my beart; I cannot pistols miss fire, and my mare slip ber skopa survive him. Thus, sir, it will happen to your while I am pursued, if ever I forsake these

Polly. Nay, my dear! I have no reasons Mrs. Þ. What! is the fool in love in doubt you, for I find, in the romance tak earnest then? I hate thee for being particu- lent me, none of the great heroes were Jar. Why! wench, thou art a shame to thy in love. very sex!

AIR. MACHEATH. Polly. But hear me, mother-if you ever loved

My heart was so free,

It roved like the bee, Mrs.P. Those cursed play books she reads have been her ruin! One word more, hussy,

Till Polly my passion requited; and I shall knock your brains out, if you

I sipt each flower,

I changed ev'ry hour, Peach, Keep out of the way, Polly, for

But here ev'ry flow'r is united. fear of mischief, and consider" of what is! Polly. Were you sentenced to transpers proposed to you.

tion, sure,

dear, you could not leave is, Mrs. P. Away, hussy. Hang your husband, behind you-could you ? and be dutiful.' ' [Polly listens] The thing, Mac. Is there any power, any force, husband, must and shall be done. If she will could tear me from thee? You might not know her duty, we know ours.

lear a pension out of the hands of a coerli

fros Peoch. But really, my dear, it grieves one's a fee from a lawyer, a pretty woman heart to take off a great man. When I con- looking-glass

, or any woman from quals sider his personal bravery, bis finc stratagems, -But to tear me from thee is impossible ; how much we have already got by him, and

DUETT. how much more we may get, methinks I Mac. Were I laid on Greenland's coast, can't find in my heart to have a hand in his And in my arms embraced my last death: I wish you could have made Polly Warm amidst eternal frost, undertake it.

Too soon the half year's night would Mrs. P. But in case of necessity-our own Polly. Were I sold on Indian soil, lives are in danger,

Soon as the burning day was close Peach. Then indeed we must comply with The Gallows.

poor Polly

have any


say as much,

I could mock the saltry foil

poor man, he is among the olamies “), at When on my charmer's breast reposed. Surgeons'-hall. Mac. And I would love you all the day, Ben. So, it seems, his time was come. Polly. Every night would kiss and play, Jemmy. But the present time is ours, and Mac. If with me you'd fondly stray, nobody alive bath more. Why are the laws Polly. Over the bills, and far away. levelled at us? are we more dishonest than

Polly. Yes, I would go with thee. But oh! the rest of mankind ? What we win, gentle- how shall í speak it? I must be torn from men, is our own, by the law of arms, and hee! We must part !

the right of conquest. Mac. How! part!

Jack. Where shall we find such another Polly. We must, we must!-My papa and set of practical philosophers, wbo, to a man, mamma are set against thy life: they now, are above the fear of death? esen now, are in search after thee; they are Wat. Sound men and true! preparing evidence against thee; thy life de- Robin. Of tried courage, and indefatigable pends upon a moment !


Ned. Who is there here that would not die AIR.-POLLY.

for bis friend? 0, what a pain it is to part! Can I leave thee, can I leave thee?

Harry. Who is there here that would be

tray him for his interest? O, what a pain it is to part!

Mat. Show me a gang of courtiers that can Can thy Polly ever leave thee? But lest death my love should thwart, And bring thee to the fatal cart,

Ben. We are for a just partition of the Thus I tear thee from my bleeding heart! world; for every man has a right to enjoy life. Fly hence, and let me leave thee.

Mat. We retrench the superfluities of man

kind. The world is avaricious, and I hate ne kiss, and then!--one kiss!—Be gone!- avarice. A covelous fellow, like a jackdaw, arewell!

steals what he was never made to enjoy, for Mac. My band, my heart, my dear, is so the sake of hiding it. These are the robbers ivetted to thine, that I cannot unloose my of mankind; for money was made for the old!

free-hearted and generous: and where is the Polly. But my papa may intercept thee, injury of taking from another what he bath ad then I should lose the very glimmering not the heart to make use of? I hope. A few weeks, perhaps, may recon- Jemmy. Our several stations for the day ile us all. Shall thy Polly hear from thee? are fixed. Good luck attend us all! Fill the Mac. Must I then go?

glasses! Polly. And will not absence change your yre?

AIR.-MAT. Mac. If you doubt it, let me stay-and be Fill ev'ry glass, for wine inspires us, anged.

And fires us, Polly. Oh, how I fear! how I tremble !- With courage, love, and joy. 1o-but, when safety will give you leave, Women and wine should life employ; ou will be sure to see me again; for, till

Is there aught else on earth desirous? hen, Polly is wretched,

Chorus. Fill ev'ry glass, etc.

Mac. The miser thus a shilling sees,
Which he's obliged to pay;

Mac. Gentlemen, well met; my heart bath
With sighs resigns it by degrees,

been with you this hour, but an unexpected

affair hath detained me. No ceremony, I And fears 'tis gone for aye.

beg you! Polly. The boy thus, when bis sparrow's flown, Mat. We were just breaking up, to go upon The bird in silence eyes;

duty. Am I to have the honour of taking the But soon as out of sight 'tis gone, air with you, sir, tbis evening, upon the Heatb? Whines, whimpers, sobs, and cries. I drink a dram, now and then, with the stage

coachmen, in the way of friendship and inACT II.

telligence; and I know that, about this time, Scene I.-A Tavern near Newgate.

there will be passengers upon the weslern IMMY TWITCHER, CROOK-FINGER'D JACK,

road, who are worth speaking with.

Mac. I was to have been of that party-bulWAT DREARY, Robin or Bagshot, NIM- Mat. But what, sir? MING Nen, Harry PADDINGTON, MAT-O'THE

Mac. Is there any one that suspects my Mint, Ben Budge, and the rest of the courage? Gang, at the Table, with Wine, Brandy, Mat. We have all been witnesses of it. and Tobacco.

Mac. My honour and truth to the gang? Ben. But pr'ythee, Mat, what is become of Mat. I'll be answerable for it. thy brother Tom? I have not seen him since Mac. In the division of our booty, have I my return from transportation,

ever shown the least marks of avarice or inMat, Poor brother Tom had an accident ?), justice? this time twelvemonth, and so clever made a Mat. By these questions, something seems

co not save him from to hav ruffled you. Are any of us suspected ? ibese stealing rascals, the surgeons; and now, Mac. I have a fixed confidence, gentlemen,

in you all, as men of honour, and as such Í

fellow as he was,

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value and respect you. Peachum is a man

Enter DRAWER. that is useful to us.

Is the porter gone for all the ladies, according Mal. Is he about to play us any foul play? to my directions? i'll shoot him through the head.

Drawer. I expect him back every minute Mac. 1 beg you, gentlemen, act with con- but you know, sir, you sent bim as far as duct and discretion. A pistol is your last Hockley-in-the-hole' for three of the ladies; resort.

for one in Vinegar-yard, and for the rest di Mat. He knows nothing of this meeting: them, somewhere about Lewkner's-lane. Ser

Mac. Business cannot go on without him: some of them are below, for I hear the ta he is a man who knows the world, and is a bell. As they come, I will show them u; necessary agent to us. We have had a slight Coming! coming.

[Eu difference, and, till it is accommodated, I shall be obliged to keep out of his way. Any pri- Enter Mrs. Coaxer, DOLLY Trull, Mas vate dispute of mine sball be of no ill con

Vixen, BETTY Doxy, JENNY Diver, Mes sequence to my friends. You must continue Slammekin, SukeY TAWDRY, and Mow to act under his direction; for, the moment

BRAZEN. we break loose from him, our gang is ruined. Mac. Dear Mrs. Coaxer, you are welcome

Mat. He is, to us, of great convenience. you look charmingly to-day: I hope you de

Mac. Make him believe I have quitted the want the repairs of quality, and lay on paintgang, which I can never do but with life. Dolly Trull! kiss me, you slut! are you? At our private quarters I will continue to amorous as ever, hussy ? you are always meet you. A week, or so, will probably re-laken up with stealing hearts, that you concile us.

allow yourself time to steal any thing elseMat. Your instructions shall be observed. Ah, Dolly! thou wilt erer be a coquett

: 'Tis now high time for us to repair to our Mrs. Vixen, I'm yours! I always loved : several duties; so, till the evening, at our woman of wit and spirit; they make charrit! quarters in Moorfields, we bid you farewell. mistresses, but plaguy wives. - Betty Des

Mac. I shall wish myself with you. Suc- come bither, hussy: do you drink as bard cess attend you.

ever? you had better stick to good wboles [Sits down melancholy at the Table. beer; for, in troth, Betty, strong walers will

in time, ruin your constitution you shou AIR AND CHORUS.—MAT-O'THE-MINT AND GANG. leave those to your betters. — What, and cu Let us take the ro road;

pretty Jenny Diver too! as prim and denu Hark! I hear the sound of coaches, as ever! there is not any prude, though

The hour of attack approaches, so high bred, hath a more sanctified look,
To your arms, brave boys, and load. a more mischievous heart: ab,'thou artader
See tbe ball I hold!

artful hypocrite! – Mrs. Slammekin! as car Let the chemists toil like asses,

less and genteel as ever! all you fine ladies Our fire their fire surpasses,

who know your own beauty, affect an tAnd turns all our lead to gold. dress. — But see! here's Sukey Tawdry copper [The Gang, ranged in the front of the to contradict what I was saying: -Molly Brarti

Stage, load their Pistols, and stick them [She kisses him] That's well done! I loro under their Girdles; then go off, sing-free-hearted wench: thou hast a most agrar

ing the first Part in Chorus. able assurance, girl, and art as willing Mac. What a fool is a fond wench! Polly turtle. is most confoundedly bit. I love the sex; and a man who loves money might as well be

AIR AND CHORUS.-MACHEATH AND LADIE', contented with one guinea, as I with one Youth's the season made for joys,

The town, perhaps, hath been as Love is then our duty; much obliged to me for recruiting it with She alone who that employs, free-hearted ladies, as to any recruiting of- Well deserves her beauty. ficer in the army. If it were not for us and the other gentlemen of the sword, Drury

While we may, lanc 1) would be uninhabited.

Beauty's a flower despised in decay.

Chorus. Youth's the season, etc.
If the beart of a man is depress'd with cares,

Let us drink and sport to-day,

Ours is not to-morrow;
The mist is dispelld when a woman appears;
Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly,

Love with youth flies swift away,
Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.

Age is nought but sorrow.

Dance and sing,
Roses and lilies her cheeks disclose,

Time's on the wing,
But her ripe lips are more sweet than those;
Press her,

Life never know's the relurn of spring.
Caress her,
Chorus. Let us drink, etc.

1 With blisses,

Mac. Now, pray, ladies, take your plac ller kisses

Here, drawer, bring us more winė. If any Dissolve us in pleasure and soft repose. the ladies choose gin, I hope they will be so

free as to call for it. I must have women-there is nothing unbends the mind like them: money is not so strong is strong enough for me. Indeed, sir, le

Jenny. You look as if you meant me. We a cordial for the time-Drawer!

drink strong waters but when I have the cho's I) A famous place for ladics of very free virtue.

Mac. Just the excuse of the fine ladies

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Let's be gay,

why, a lady of quality is never without the treat, I believe, Mrs. Sukey will join memas cholic. I hope, Mrs. Coaxer, you have had for any thing else, ladies, you cannot, in congood success of late in your visits among the science, expect it. mercers ?).

Mrs.'s. Dear madam! Mrs. C. We have so many interlopers; yet, [Offering the Pass to Mrs. Tiren. with industry, one may still have a little Mrs.V. I wouldn't for the world. picking. - If any woman hath more art than Mrs. S. Nay-thus I must stay all night. another, to be sure 'tis Jenny Diver.

Mrs. I'. Since you command meMac.' Have done with your compliments, Mrs. S. [-After having given way to Mrs. adies, and drink about. You are not so fond Vixen, pushes her from the Door) Let

your me, Jenny, as you used to be.

betters go before you.

TE.reunt. Jenny: 'Tis not convenient, sir, to show

Scenz II.—Newgate. oy fondness among so many rivals. Tis your wn choice, and not the warmth of my in- Enter Lockit, Turnkeys, Macheath, and lination, that will determine you.—But, to be

Constables. ure, sir, with so much good fortune as you Lockit. Noble captain, you are welcome! are bad upon the road, you must be grown you have not been a lodger of mine this year nmensely rich.

and a half. You know the custom, sir; garMac. The road, indeed, hath done me jus- nish”), captain, garnish.-Hand me down those ce, but the gaming-table hath been my ruin. felters there. Jenny. A man of courage should never put Mac. Those, Mr. Lockit, seem to be the as thing lo the risk but his life. These are heaviest of the whole set. With your leave, le tools of a man of honour: cards and dice I should like the further pair better. se only fit for cowardly cheals,


prey Lockit. Look ye, captain, we know what is von their friends.

fittest for our prisoners. When a gentleman [She takes up his Pistol; Sukey Taw- uses me with civilily, I always do the best I dry takes up the other.

can to please him. — Hand them down, I say. Sukry. This, sir, is filter for your hand. We have them of all prices, from one guinea sides your loss of money, 'tis a loss to the to ten; and 'lis fitting every gentleman should dies. How fond could I be of you! but, please himself. fore company, 'tis ill bred.

Mac. I understand you, sir. [Gives Money] Mac. Wanton hussies!

The fees here are so many, and so exorbitant, Jenny. I must, and will, have a kiss, lo give that few fortunes can bear the expense of y wine a zest.

getting off handsomely, or of dying like a [They take him about the Neck, and gentleman 2).

make Signs to Peachum and Con- Lockit. l'hose, I see, will fit the captain

stables, who rush in upon him. better.- Take down the further Peach. I seize you, sir, as my prisoner.

examine them, sir-Never was better work Mar. Was this well done, Jenny?-Women Ilow genleelly they are made!—They will sit

decoy ducks; who can trust ihem? beasts, as easy as a glove, and the nicesi man in des, jills, harpies, furies, whores !

England might not be ashamed to wear them. Peach. Your case, Mr. Macheath, is not [He puts on the Chains] If I had the best rticular. The greatest heroes have been gentleman in the land in my custody, I could ined by women.

But, to do them justice, pot equip him more handsomely. And so, sirmust own they are a pretty sort of crea- I now leave you to your private meditations. tes, if we could trust them. You must now, [Exeunt Lockit, Turnkeys, and Constables.

take your leave of the ladies; and, if they
le a mind to make you a visit, they will Man may escape from rope and gun,

sure to find you at home. This gentle-
ko, ladies, lodges in Newgate. Constables, who takes a woman must be undone,

Nay, some have outlived the doctor's pill; ait upon the captain to his lodgings.

That basilisk is sure to kill.

The fly, that sips treacle, is lost in the sweets, At the trec I shall suffer with pleasure,

So he that tastes woman, woman, woman, At the tree I shall suffer with pleasure:

le, that tastes woman, ruin meets. Let me go where I will,

To what a woful plight bave I brought myIn all kinds of ill,

self! Here must i (all day long till I am I shall find no such furies as these are. hanged) be confident to hear the reproaches

[Exit Macheath, guarded with of a wench, who lays her ruin at my door

Peachum and Constables. I am in the custody of her father; and, to be Mrs. V. Look ye, Mrs. Jenny, though Mr. sure, if he knows of the matter, 1 shall bave achum may have made a private bargain a line time on't belwixt this and my exe

you and Sukey Tawdry, for betraying cution.-But I promised the wench marriage. I to share alike. captain, as we were all assisting we oughi What signifies a promise to a woman? does

not man, in marriage itself, promise a hundred Jenny. As far as bowl of punch, or a things that he never means to perform? Do 4) This is called shop-lifting, where a woman goes to a

Pair:--Do bue

all we can, women will believe us; for they mercer's, or other shop, nnder prelence of buying some

look upon a promise as an excuse for followthing; and they generally take with them double the 1) Money. quantity they have paid for; but they come under so a) In a suit of hlack, with black silk stockings, and while many different shapes, and are so extremely clever at cravat.-It is astonishing the vanity displayed on this their business, that it is almost impossible to detect occasion, when they spend to the very last sarthing,

that they may die genteelly.


were deaf:


ing their own inclinations. — But here comes

AIA. Lucy, and I cannot get from her — 'would I

The first time at the looking-glass

The mother sels her daughter,
Enter Lrcr.

The image strikes the smiling lass
Lucy. You base man, you!-how can you

With self-love ever after. look me in the face, after what hath past be

Each time she looks, she, fonder grown, Iween us?-Ob, Macbeath! thou bast robbed

Thinks every charm grows stronger; me of my quiet – to see thee tortured would

But, alas, vain maid! all eyes but your own give me pleasure.

Can see you are not younger.

When women consider their own beautiThus, when a good housewife sees a rat

they are all alike unreasonable in their de la ker trap in the morning taken, With pleasure her heart goes pit-a-pat,

mands; for they expect their lovers should

like them as long as they like themselves. la revenge for her loss of bacon. Then she throws him

Lucy. Yonder is my father — Perhaps i To the dog or cat,

way, we may light upon the ordinary, w: To be worried, crush'd, and shaken.

shall try if you will be as good as your word

for I long to be made an bonest woman Mac. Have you no tenderness, my dear

[Erest Lucy: to see a husband in these circumstances ? Lucy. A husband!

Enter Peachux, and Lockit with an 4 Mac. In every respect but the form, and

count-book. that, my dear, may be said over us at any Lockit. In this last affair, brother Peachus, time. - Friends should not insist upon cere- we are agreed. You have consented to monies. From a man of honour is word is halves in Macheath. as good as his bond.

Peach. We shall never fall out about Lucy: It is the pleasure of all you fine men execution. But as to that article, pray to to insult the women you have ruined. stands your last year's account?

Mac. The very first opportunity, my dear Lockit. If you will run your eye over(but have patience), you shall be my wife in you'll find 'tis fair and clearly stated. whatever manner you please.

Peach. This long arrear of the governme. Lucy. Insinuating monster! And so you is


Can it be especuá think 1 know nothing of the affair of miss that we should bang our acquaintance to Polly Peachum?-I could tear thy eyes out. nothing, when our belters will bardly sro

Mac. Sure, Lucy, you can't be such a fool theirs without being paid for it? Unless : as to be jealous of Polly.

people in employment pay betler, I prost Lucy. Are you not 'married to her, you them for the future I shall let other sogee brute, you?

live beside their own. Mac. Married! very good. The wench gives. Lockit. Perhaps, brother, they are airs it out only to vex thee, and to ruin me in those malters may be carried too far. 1 thy, good opinion. 'Tis true I go to the bouse, are treated too by them with contempl, da I chat with the girl, I kiss ber, I say a thou-four profession were not reputable. sand things to her (as all gentlemen do) that Peach. In one respect indeed our emp. mean nothing, to divert myse!f; and now the ment may be reckoned dishonest, because ww silly jade bath set it about that I am married great statesmen, we encourage those who h: to her, to let me know what she would be tray their friends. at. Indeed, my dear Lucy! those violent pas- Lockit. Such language, brother, any wher sions may be of ill consequence to a woman else might turn to your prejudice. Learn in your condition.

be more guarded, I beg you. Lucy. Come, come, captain, for all your

AIR.-LOCKIT. assurance, you know that miss Polly bath put

When you censure the it out of your power to do me ihe justice


Be cautious and sage, you promised me.

Lest the courtiers offended should be; Mac. A jealous woman believes every thing her passion suggests. To convince you of my

If you mention vice or bribe,

Tis so pat to all the tribe, sincerity, if we can find the ordinary, I shall

Each cries-That was levelld at me. have no scruples of making you my wife; and I know the consequence of having two at Peach. Here's poor Ned Clincher's Dar, a time,

I see: sure, brother Lockit, there was ab!" Lucy. That you are only to be hanged, and unfair proceeding in Ned's case; for be . so get rid of them both.

me in the condemned hold, that, for rais Mac. I am ready, my dear Lucy! to give received, you bad promised him a session 2 you satisfaction--if you think there is any in two longer without molestation. marriage. – What can a man of honour say Lockit. Mr. Peachum- this is the Grst tis: more?

my bonour was ever called in question. Lucy. So then it seems you are not mar- 'Peach. Business is at an end-if once w ried to miss Polly?

act dishonourably. Mac. You know, Lucy, the girl is prodi- Lockit. Who accuses me? giously conceited: no can say a civil Peach. You are warm, brother. thing to her, but (like other fine ladies) her Lockit. He that attacks my honour, allait raniiy makes her think he's her own for ever my livelihood—and this usage-siris poits und ever.

be borne.


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