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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 off. Peach. Parting with him! why that is the

Mrs. Þ. 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 [Excunt Peachum and Mrs. Peachum spirits. Where is the woman who would Polly. Now I'm a wretch indeed!—Metbind scruple to be a wife, if she had it in her I see him already in the cart, sweeter z power to be a widow whenever she pleased ? more lovely than the nosegay in his band! If you have any views of this sort, Polly, I I hear the crowd estolling his resolution shall think the match not so very unreason- intrepidity!- I see him at the tree!") 4 able,

whole circle are in tears!-What then Polly. How I dread to bear your advice! become of Polly?-As yet I may inform li 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 bill peach'd the next sessions, and iben at once self, and I bar myself from his dear, de you are made a rich widow.

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

If he stays, he is banged, and then be il Peach, Fie, Polly! what hath murder to do for ever!-He intended to lie concealed in a in the affair? Since the thing sooner or later room till the dusk of the evening. If these must happen, I dare say that the captain him- abroad, I'll this instant let bim out, lest sed sell 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

Enter MACHEATH. 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,
Oh ponder well! be not severe ;

Heaving sighs,

Doting eyes; So save a wretched wife:

My constant heart discover For on the rope that hangs my dear,

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

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

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

Polly. Nay, my dear! I have no reason Mrs. P. What! is the fool in love in doubt you, for I find, in the romance earnest then? I hate thee for being particu- lent me, none of the great heroes were lar. Why! wench, thou art a shame to thy in love. Polly. But hear me, mother-if you ever


My hcart 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 kaock your brains out, if you

I sipt each flower,

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

But bere ev'ry flow'r is united. fear of mischief, and consider of what is Polly. Were you sentenced to transpor proposed to you.

tion, sure, my dear, you could not leate si Mrs. P. Away, bussy. 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 soort not know her duty, we know ours. lear a pension out of the hands of a courti

Peoch. But really, my dear, it grieves one's a fee from a lawyer, a pretty woman frog heart to take off a great man. When I con-looking-glass, or any woman from quads sider his personal bravery, his finc stratagems, -But to tear me from thee is impossible; how much we bave already got by him, and

D VETT. how much 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 lasi. 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 closer Peach. Then indeed we must comply with

Very sex!

have any.


The Gallows.


say as much.

I could mock the sultry toil

poor man, he is among the otamies "), at When on my charmer's breast reposed. Surgeons'-hall

. [ac. And I would love you all the day, Ben. So, it seems, his time was come. olly. Every night would kiss and play, Jemmy. But the present time is ours, and [ac. If with me you'd fondly stray, nobody alive bath more. Why are the laws 'olly. 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 I speak it? I must be torn from men, is our own, by the law of arms, and ee! 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, amma are set against thy life: they now, are above the fear of death? ren now, are in search after thee; they are Wat. Sound men and true! reparing evidence against thee; thy life de- Robin. Of tried courage, and indefatigable ends upon a moment!


Ned. Who is there here that would not die

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

Harry. Who is there bere that would beO, what a pain it is to part!

tray him for his interest? Can thy Polly ever leave thee?

Mat. Show me a gang of courtiers that can But lest death' my love should thwart, And bring thee to the falal 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 covetous fellow, like a jackdaw, arewell!

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

free-bearted and generous: and where is the Polly. But my papa may intercept thee, injury of taking from another wbat he hath nd then I should lose the very glimmering not the beart to make use of? f 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 »ve? Mac. If you doubt it, let me stay-and be Fill ev'ry glass, for wine inspires us, anged.

And fires us, Polly, Ob, how I fear! bow I tremble !- With courage, love, and joy. io-but, when safety will give you leave, Women and wine should lífe employ; ou will be sure to see me again; for, till Is there aught else on earth desirous? ben, Polly is wretcbed.

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 hath
With sighs resigns it by degrees,

been with you this hour, but an unexpected

affair bath detained me, And fears 'tis gone for aye.

No ceremony, I

beg you! Polly. The boy thus, when his sparrow's flown, Mat. We were just breaking up, logo 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, this evening, upon the Heath ? 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.-4 Tavern near Newgate.

there will be passengers upon the western

road, who are worth speaking with. JEMMY TWITCHER, CROOK-FINGER'D JACK,

Mac. I was to have been of that party--butWAT DREARY, ROBIN OF BAGSHOT, NIM

Mat. But what, sir? MING Ned, 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 T'able, with Wine, Brandy, Mat. We have all been witnesses of it. and Tobacco.

Mac. My honour and truth to the gang? Ben. But prythee, Mat, what is become of Mat, I'll be answerable for it. hy 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 Fellow as he was, I could not save him from to have ruffled you. Are any of us suspected? these stealing rascals, the surgeons; and now, Mac. I have a fixed confidence, gentlemen,

in you all, as men of honour, and as such Í 1) Only hangech

1) Anatomies, skeletons.


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. } beg you, gentlemen, act with con- but you know, sir, you sent him 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 a Mat. He knows nothing of this meeting: them, somewhere about Lewkner's-lane. Sar

Mac. Business cannot go on without him: some of them are below, for I hear the bu he is a man who knows the world, and is a bell. As they, come, I will show them up necessary agent to us. We have had a slight Coming! coming. difference, and, till it is accommodated, I shall be obliged to keep out of his way. Any pri- Enter Mrs. Coaxer, DOLLY TRULL, Mus vate dispute of mine sball be of no ill con

Vixen, Betty Doxy, JENNY Diver, Me sequence to my friends. You must continue SLAMMEKIN, SUKEY TAWDRY, and Mom 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 darl

Mac. Make him believe I have quitted the want the repairs of quality, and lay on paintgang, which I can nerer do but with life. Dolly Trull! kiss me, you slut! are you a At our private quarters I will continue to amorous as ever, hussy? you are always u meet you. A week, or so, will probably re-taken up with stealing hearts, that you

dor concile us.

allow yourself time to steal any thing elseMat. Your instructions shall be observed. Ah, Dolly! thou wilt ever be a coquette'Tis now high time for us to repair to our Mrs. Vixen, I'm yours! I always loved i several duties; so, till the evening, at our woman of wit and spirit; they make charm's quarters in Moortields, we bid you farewell. mistresses, but plaguy wives. - Belty Der

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

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

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

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

The hour of attack approaches, so high bred, hath a more sanctified look, we To your arms, brave boys, and load. a more mischievous beart: ah,' thou art a des See the ball I hold!

artful hypocrite! -- Mrs. Slammekin! as cart Let the chemists toil like asses,

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

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

Stage, load their Pistols, and stick ihem [She kisses him] That's' well done!' I loved under their Girdles; then go off, sing-free-hearted wench: thou hast a most agret ing the first Part in Chorus.

able assurance, girl, and art as willing as a Mac. What a fool is a fond wench! Polly turtle. is most confoundedly bit. I love the sex; and

AIR AND CHORUS.-MACHEATA AND LADIES a man who loves money might as well be contented with one guinea, as I with one Youth's the season made for joys, woman. The town, perhaps, bath been as Love is then our duty; much obliged to me for recruiting it with She alone who that employs, frec-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, lane 2) would be uninhabited.

Beauty's a flower despised in decay.

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

Let us drink and sport to-day,

Ours is not to-norrow;
The mist is dispeli'd 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;

Lise never knows the relurn of spring.
Press her,
Caress her,

Chorus. Let us drink, elc,
With blisses,

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

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

free as to call for it. I must have women

ren-there is nothing unbends the mind like them: money is not so strong is strong enough for me. Indeed, sir, I pret

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

drink strong waters but when I have the cholic 1) A famous place for ladics of very free virtue.

Mac. Just the excuse of the fine ladies

Let's be gay,

hy, a lady of quality is never without the treat, I believe, Mrs. Sukey will join me-as holic. I hope, Mrs. Coaxer, you have had for any thing else, ladies, you cannot, in conpod success of late in your visits among the science, expect it. cercers ?).

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

Mrs. V. Since you command meMac. Have done with your compliments, Mrs. S. [After having given way to Mrs. dies, and drink about. You are not so fond Vixen, pushes her from the Door] Let your me, Jenny, as you used to be.



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

Scenz' II.—Newgate. -y fondness among so many rivals. 'Tis your wn choice, and not the warmth of my in-Enter Lockit, Turnkeys, Macaeath, and

Constables. ination, that will determine you. But, to be ure, sir, with so much good fortune as you Lockit. Noble captain, you are welcome! ave bad upon the road, you must be grown you have not been a lodger of mine this

year mmensely 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 ay thing to the risk but his life. These are heaviest of the whole set. With your leave, he tools of a man of honour: cards and dice I should like the further pair better. re only fit for cowardly cheats, who prey Lockit. Look ye, caplain, we know what is pon their friends.

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

can to please him. - Hand them down, I say. Sukey. This, sir, is filter for your hand. We have them of all prices, from one guinea esides 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. efore 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, to 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. Those, I see, will fit the captain

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

, Mac. Was this well done, Jenny ?-Women How genteelly they are made !—They will sit e decoy ducks; who can trust ihem? beasts, as casy, as a glove, and the nicesi man in des, jilis, 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 articular. The greatest heroes bave been gentleman in the land in my custody, I could lined by women, - But, to do them justice, not equip him more handsomely. And so, sirmust own they are a pretty sort of crea- I now leave you to your private meditations. (res, if we could trust them. You must now, [Exeunt Lockit, Turnkeys, and Constables. take your leave of the ladies; and, if they

AIR.-MACHEATH. ave a mind to make you a visit, they will sure to find you at home. This gentle- Nay, some have outlived the doctor's pill;

Man may escape from rope and gun, an, ladies, lodges in Newgate, Constables, who takes a woman must be undone, ait upon the captain to his lodgings.

That basilisk is sure to kill.
The fly, that sips treacle, is lost in the sweets,

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

le, that tastes woman, ruin meets. At the tree I shall suffer with pleasure: Let me go where I will,

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

self! Here must 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, I shall have eachum may have made a private bargain a fine time on't betwixt this and my exeith you and Sukey Tawdry, for betraying cution. But I promised the wench marriage.-le captain, as we were all assisting we oughtWbat signifies a promise to a woman? does I to share alike.

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 1) This is called shop-lifting, where a woman goes to look upon a promise as an excuse for follow



all we can, women will believe us; for they njercer's, or other shop, ander pretence of buying something; and they generally take

1) Money. quantity they have paid for; but they come under so 2) 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 farthing,

That they may die genteelly.

them double the


is very

ing their own inclinations. But here comes

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

The first time at the looking-glass were deaf!

The mother sets her daughter,
Enter LUCY.
Lucy. You base man, you!-how can you

The image strikes the smailing lass

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

Each time she looks, she, fonder grown, tween us?-Oh, Macheath! 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 ow give me pleasure.

Can see you are not younger.

When women consider their own beauties
Thus, when a good housewife sees a rat
In her trap in the morning taken,

they are all alike unreasonable in their de With pleasure her heart goes pit-a-pat,

mands; for they expect their lovers should

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

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

way, we may light upon the ordinary, 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 honest woman. Mac. Have you no tenderness, my dear

[Exeu. Lucy! lo see a husband in these circumstances ? Lucy. A husband !

Enter Peachu, 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 Peachun, time. — Friends should not insist upon cere- we are agreed. You have consented to e monies. From a man of honour is 'word is halves ini Macheath. as good as his bond.

Peach. We shall never fall out about a Lucy. It is the pleasure of all you fine men execution. But as to that article, pray 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 i (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 bard

upon us.

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

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 better, I promis Lucy. Are you not married to her, you them for tbe future I shall let other rogor brute, you?

live beside their own. Mac: Married! very good. The wench gives Lockit. Perhaps, brother, they are afra it out only to vex thee, and to ruin me in those matters may be carried too far. thy, good opinion. 'Tis true I go to the bouse, are treated too by them with contempt, 3 I chat with the girl, I kiss her, I say a thou- our profession were not reputable. sand things to her (as all gentlemen do) that Peach. In one respect indeed our emplar mean nothing, to divert myse!f; and now the ment may be reckoned dishonest, because, silly jade bath set it about that I am married great stalesmen, we encourage those who la to her, to let me know what she would be iray their friends. at. Indeed, my dear Lucy! those violent pas- Lockit

. Such language, brother, any whes 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 age, it out of your power to do me ibe 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 levellid at me. bave 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 a line Lucy. That you are only to be hanged, and unfair proceeding in Ned's case; for be toal so get rid of them both.

me in the condemned bold, that, for rake Mac. I am ready, my dear Lucy! to give received, you had promised him a sessioner 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 first time 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 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, attack vanity makes her think he's her own for ever my livelihood and this usage-sir-is not to and ever.

be borne.


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