|John Gay (16851732). The Beggars Opera. 1922.|
LOCKIT. To be sure, Wench, you must have been aiding and abetting to help him to this Escape.
| LUCY. Sir, here hath been Peachum and his Daughter Polly, and to be sure they know the Ways of Newgate as well as if they had been born and bred in the Place all their Lives. Why must all your Suspicion light upon me?|| 2|
| LOCKIT. Lucy, Lucy, I will have none of these shuffling Answers.|| 3|
| LUCY. Well thenIf I know any thing of him I wish I may be burnt!|| 4|
| LOCKIT. Keep your Temper, Lucy, or I shall pronounce you guilty.|| 5|
| LUCY. Keep yours, Sir,I do wish I may be burnt. I doAnd what can I say more to convince you?|| 6|
| LOCKIT. Did he tip handsomely?How much did he come down with? Come, Hussy, dont cheat your Father; and I shall not be angry with youPerhaps, you have made a better Bargain with him than I could have doneHow much, my good Girl?|| 7|
| LUCY. You know, Sir, I am fond of him, and would have given him Money to have kept him with me.|| 8|
| LOCKIT. Ah Lucy! thy Education might have put thee more upon thy Guard; for a Girl in the Bar of an Ale-house is always besiegd.|| 9|
| LUCY. Dear Sir, mention not my Educationfor twas to that I owe my Ruin.|| 10|
AIR XLI.If Loves a sweet Passion, &c.
|When young at the Bar you first taught me to score,|
|And bid me be free of my Lips, and no more;|
|I was kissd by the Parson, the Squire, and the Sot|
|When the Guest was departed, the Kiss was forgot.|
|But his Kiss was so sweet, and so closely he prest,|
|That I languishd and pind till I granted the rest.|
If you can forgive me, Sir, I will make a fair Confession, for to be sure he hath been a most barbarous Villain to me.
| LOCKIT. And so you have let him escape, HussyHave you?|| 12|
| LUCY. When a Woman loves; A kind Look, a tender Word can persuade her to any thingAnd I could ask no other Bribe.|| 13|
| LOCKIT. Thou wilt always be a vulgar Slut, Lucy.If you would not be lookd upon as a Fool, you should never do any thing but upon the foot of Interest. Those that act otherwise are their own Bubbles.|| 14|
| LUCY. But Love, Sir, is a Misfortune that may happen to the most discreet Woman, and in Love we are all Fools alikeNotwithstanding all he swore, I am now fully convincd that Polly Peachum is actually his Wife.Did I let him escape (Fool that I was!) to go to her?Polly will wheedle herself into his Money, and then Peachum will hang him, and cheat us both.|| 15|
| LOCKIT. And so I am to be ruind, because, forsooth, you must be in Love!a very pretty Excuse!|| 16|
| LUCY. I could murder that impudent happy Strumpet:I gave him his Life, and that Creature enjoys the Sweets of it.Ungrateful Macheath!|| 17|
AIR XLII.South-Sea Ballad.
|My Love is all Madness and Folly,|
| Alone I lie,|
| Toss, tumble, and cry,|
|What a happy Creature is Polly!|
|Was eer such a Wretch as I!|
|With rage I redden like Scarlet,|
|That my dear inconstant Varlet,|
| Stark blind to my Charms,|
| Is lost in the Arms|
|Of that Jilt, that inveigling Harlot!|
| Stark blind to my Charms,|
| Is lost in the Arms|
|Of that Jilt, that inveigling Harlot!|
|This, this my Resentment alarms.|| 18|
| LOCKIT. And so, after all this Mischief, I must stay here to be entertaind with your Catterwauling, Mistress Puss!Out of my Sight, wanton Strumpet! you shall fast and mortify yourself into Reason, with now and then a little handsome Discipline to bring you to your Senses.Go.|| 19|
Peachum then intends to outwit me in this Affair; but Ill be even with him.The Dog is leaky in his Liquor, so Ill ply him that way, get the Secret from him, and turn this Affair to my own Advantage.Lions, Wolves and Vultures dont live together in Herds, Droves or Flocks.Of all Animals of Prey, Man is the only sociable one. Every one of us preys upon his Neighbour, and yet we herd together.Peachum is my Companion, my Friend.According to the Custom of the World, indeed, he may quote thousands of Precedents for cheating meAnd shall I not make use of the Privilege of Friendship to make him a Return.
AIR XLIII.Packingtons Pound.
|Thus Gamesters united in Friendship are found,|
|Though they know that their Industry all is a Cheat;|
|They flock to their Prey at the Dice-Boxs Sound,|
|And join to promote one anothers Deceit.|
| But if by mishap|
| They fail of a Chap,|
|To keep in their Hands, they each other entrap.|
|Like Pikes, lank with Hunger, who miss of their Ends,|
|They bite their Companions, and prey on their Friends.|| 21|
| Now, Peachum, you and I, like honest Tradesmen are to have a fair Trial which of us can over-reach the other.Lucy.[Enter Lucy.] Are there any of Peachums People now in the House?|| 22|
| LUCY. Filch, Sir, is drinking a Quartern of Strong-Waters in the next Room with Black Moll.|| 23|
| LOCKIT. Bid him come to me.|| 24|
LOCKIT. Why, Boy, thou lookest as if thou wert half starvd; like a shotten Herring.
| FILCH. One had need have the Constitution of a Horse to go through with the Business.Since the favourite Child-getter was disabled by a Mishap, I have pickd up a little Money by helping the Ladies to a Pregnancy against their being calld down to Sentence.But if a Man cannot get an honest Livelihood any easier way, I am sure, tis what I cant undertake for another Session.|| 26|
| LOCKIT. Truly, if that great Man should tip off, twould be an irreparable Loss. The Vigor and Prowess of a Knight-Errant never savd half the Ladies in Distress that he hath done.But, Boy, canst thou tell me where thy Master is to be found?|| 27|
| FILCH. At his Lock, 1 Sir, at the Crooked Billet.|| 28|
| LOCKIT. Very well.I have nothing more with you. [Ex. Filch.] Ill go to him there, for I have many important Affairs to settle with him; and in the way of these Transactions, Ill artfully get into his SecretSo that Macheath shall not remain a Day longer out of my Clutches.|| 29|
Scene 4, A Gaming-House.
MACHEATH in a fine tarnishd Coat, BEN BUDGE, MATT OF THE MINT.
MACHEATH. I am sorry, Gentlemen, the Road was so barren of Money. When my Friends are in Difficulties, I am always glad that my Fortune can be serviceable to them. [Gives them Money.] You see, Gentlemen, I am not a mere Court Friend, who professes every thing and will do nothing.
|The Modes of the Court so common are grown,|
| That a true Friend can hardly be met;|
|Friendship for Interest is but a Loan,|
| Which they let out for what they can get,|
| Tis true, you find|
| Some Friends so kind,|
|Who will give you good Counsel themselves to defend.|
| In sorrowful Ditty,|
| They promise, they pity,|
|But shift you for Money, from Friend to Friend.|
But we, Gentlemen, still have Honour enough to break through the Corruptions of the World.And while I can serve you, you may command me.
| BEN. It grieves my Heart that so generous a Man should be involvd in such Difficulties, as oblige him to live with such ill Company, and herd with Gamesters.|| 32|
| MATT. See the Partiality of Mankind!One Man may steal a Horse, better than another look over a Hedge.Of all Mechanics, of all servile Handicrafts-men, a Gamester is the vilest. But yet, as many of the Quality are of the Profession, he is admitted amongst the politest Company. I wonder we are not more respected.|| 33|
| MACHEATH. There will be deep Play to-night at Mary-bone, and consequently Money may be pickd up upon the Road. Meet me there, and Ill give you the Hint who is worth Setting.|| 34|
| MATT. The Fellow with a brown Coat with a narrow Gold Binding, I am told, is never without Money.|| 35|
| MACHEATH. What do you mean, Matt?Sure you will not think of meddling with him!Hes a good honest kind of a Fellow, and one of us.|| 36|
| BEN. To be sure, Sir, we will put ourselves under your Direction.|| 37|
| MACHEATH. Have an Eye upon the Money-Lenders.A Rouleau, or two, would prove a pretty sort of an Expedition. I hate Extortion.|| 38|
| MATT. Those Rouleaus are very pretty Things.I hate your Bank Bills.There is such a Hazard in putting them off.|| 39|
| MACHEATH. There is a certain Man of Distinction, who in his Time hath nickd me out of a great deal of the Ready. He is in my Cash, Ben;Ill point him out to you this Evening, and you shall draw upon him for the Debt.The Company are met; I hear the Dice-Box in the other Room. So, Gentlemen, your Servant. Youll meet me at Mary-bone.|| 40|
Scene 5, Peachums Lock.
A Table with Wine, Brandy, Pipes, and Tobacco.
LOCKIT. The Coronation Account, Brother Peachum, is of so intricate a nature, that I believe it will never be settled.
| PEACHUM. It consists indeed of a great Variety of Articles.It was worth to our People, in Fees of different kinds, above ten Instalments.This is part of the Account, Brother, that lies open before us.|| 42|
| LOCKIT. A Ladys Tail of rich Brocadethat, I see, is disposd of.|| 43|
| PEACHUM. To Mrs. Diana Trapes, the Tally-Woman, and she will make a good Hand ont in Shoes and Slippers, to trick out young Ladies, upon their going into Keeping|| 44|
| LOCKIT. But I dont see any Article of the Jewels.|| 45|
| PEACHUM. Those are so well known that they must be sent abroadYoull find them enterd under the Article of Exportation.As for the Snuff-Boxes, Watches, Swords, &c.I thought it best to enter them under their several Heads.|| 46|
| LOCKIT. Seven and twenty Womens Pockets complete; with the several things therein containd; all Seald, Numberd, and Enterd.|| 47|
| PEACHUM. But, Brother, it is impossible for us now to enter upon this Affair.We should have the whole Day before us.Besides, the Account of the last Half Years Plate is in a Book by itself, which lies at the other Office.|| 48|
| LOCKIT. Bring us then more Liquor.To-day shall be for PleasureTo-morrow for BusinessAh, Brother, those Daughters of ours are two slippery HussiesKeep a watchful Eye upon Polly, and Macheath in a Day or two shall be our own again.|| 49|
AIR XLV.Down in the North Country, &c.
|What Gudgeons are we Men!|
| Evry Womans easy Prey.|
|Though we have felt the Hook, agen|
| We bite and they betray.|
|The Bird that hath been trapt,|
| When he hears his calling Mate,|
|To her he flies, again hes clapt|
| Within the wiry Grate.|| 50|
| PEACHUM. But what signifies catching the Bird, if your Daughter Lucy will set open the Door of the Cage?|| 51|
| LOCKIT. If Men were answerable for the Follies and Frailties of the Wives and Daughters, no Friends could keep a good Correspondence together for two DaysThis is unkind of you, Brother; for among good Friends, what they say or do goes for nothing.|| 52|
Enter a Servant.
SERVANT. Sir, heres Mrs. Diana Trapes wants to speak with you.
| PEACHUM. Shall we admit her, Brother Lockit?|| 54|
| LOCKIT. By all means,Shes a good Customer, and a fine-spoken WomanAnd a Woman who drinks and talks so freely, will enliven the Conversation.|| 55|
| PEACHUM. Desire her to walk in. [Exit Servant.|| 56|
PEACHUM, LOCKIT, Mrs. TRAPES.
PEACHUM. Dear Mrs. Dye, your ServantOne may know by your Kiss, that your Ginn is excellent.
| TRAPES. I was always very curious in my Liquors.|| 58|
| LOCKIT. There is no perfumd Breath like it.I have been long acquainted with the Flavour of those LipsHant I, Mrs. Dye.|| 59|
| TRAPES. Fill it upI take as large Draughts of Liquor, as I did of Love.I hate a Flincher in either.|| 60|
AIR XLVI.A Shepherd kept Sheep, &c.
|In the Days of my Youth I could bill like a Dove, fa, la, la, &c.|
|Like a Sparrow at all times was ready for Love, fa, la, la, &c.|
|The Life of all Mortals in Kissing should pass,|
|Lip to Lip while were youngthen the Lip to the Glass, fa, la, &c.|
But now, Mr. Peachum, to our Business.If you have Blacks of any kind, brought in of late; MantoesVelvet ScarfsPetticoatsLet it be what it willI am your Chapfor all my Ladies are very fond of Mourning.
| PEACHUM. Why, look ye, Mrs. Dyeyou deal so hard with us, that we can afford to give the Gentlemen, who venture their Lives for the Goods, little or nothing.|| 62|
| TRAPES. The hard Times oblige me to go very near in my Dealing.To be sure, of late Years I have been a great Sufferer by the Parliament.Three thousand Pounds would hardly make me amends.The Act for destroying the Mint, was a severe Cut upon our BusinessTill then, if a Customer stept out of the waywe knew where to have herNo doubt you know Mrs. Coaxertheres a Wench now (till to-day) with a good Suit of Clothes of mine upon her Back, and I could never set Eyes upon her for three Months together.Since the Act too against Imprisonment for small Sums, my Loss there too hath been very considerable, and it must be so, when a Lady can borrow a handsome Petticoat, or a clean Gown, and I not have the least Hank upon her! And, o my Conscience, now-a-days most Ladies take a Delight in cheating, when they can do it with Safety.|| 63|
| PEACHUM. Madam, you had a handsome Gold Watch of us tother Day for seven Guineas.Considering we must have our ProfitTo a Gentleman upon the Road, a Gold Watch will be scarce worth the taking.|| 64|
| TRAPES. Consider, Mr. Peachum, that Watch was remarkable, and not of very safe Sale.If you have any black Velvet Scarfsthey are a handsome Winter-wear, and take with most Gentlemen who deal with my Customers.Tis I that put the Ladies upon a good Foot. Tis not Youth or Beauty that fixes their Price. The Gentlemen always pay according to their Dress, from half a Crown to two Guineas; and yet those Hussies make nothing of bilking of me.Then too, allowing for Accidents.I have eleven fine Customers now down under the Surgeons Handswhat with Fees and other Expenses, there are great Goings-out, and no Comings in, and not a Farthing to pay for at least a Months Clothing.We run great Risquesgreat Risques indeed.|| 65|
| PEACHUM. As I remember, you said something just now of Mrs. Coaxer.|| 66|
| TRAPES. Yes, Sir.To be sure I stript her of a Suit of my own Clothes about two Hours ago; and have left her as she should be, in her Shift, with a Lover of hers at my House. She calld him up Stairs, as he was going to Mary-bone in a Hackney Coach.And I hope, for her own sake and mine, she will persuade the Captain to redeem her, for the Captain is very generous to the Ladies.|| 67|
| LOCKIT. What Captain?|| 68|
| TRAPES. He thought I did not know himAn intimate Acquaintance of yours, Mr. PeachumOnly Captain Macheathas fine as a Lord.|| 69|
| PEACHUM. To-morrow, dear Mrs. Dye, you shall set your own Price upon any of the Goods you likeWe have at least half a Dozen Velvet Scarfs, and all at your Service. Will you give me leave to make you a Present of this Suit of Night-clothes for your own wearing?But are you sure it is Captain Macheath.|| 70|
| TRAPES. Though he thinks I have forgot him; no body knows him better. I have taken a great deal of the Captains Money in my Time at second-hand, for he always lovd to have his Ladies well drest.|| 71|
| PEACHUM. Mr. Lockit and I have a little Business with the Captain;You understand meand we will satisfy you for Mrs. Coaxers Debt.|| 72|
| LOCKIT. Depend upon itWe will deal like Men of Honour.|| 73|
| TRAPES. I dont enquire after your Affairsso whatever happens, I wash my hands ontIt hath always been my Maxim, that one Friend should assist anotherBut if you pleaseIll take one of the Scarfs home with me. Tis always good to have something in Hand.|| 74|
Scene 7, Newgate.
Jealousy, Rage, Love and Fear are at once tearing me to pieces, How I am weather-beaten and shatterd with Distresses!
AIR XLVII.One Evening, having lost my Way, &c.
| Im like a Skiff on the Ocean tost,|
| Now high, now low, with each Billow born,|
| With her Rudder broke, and her Anchor lost,|
| Deserted and all forlorn.|
|While thus I lie rolling and tossing all Night,|
|That Polly lies sporting on Seas of Delight!|
| Revenge, Revenge, Revenge,|
| Shall appease my restless Sprite.|
I have the Rats-bane ready.I run no Risque; for I can lay her Death upon the Ginn, and so many die of that naturally that I shall never be calld in question.But say, I were to be hangd.I never could be hangd for any thing that would give me greater Comfort, than the poisoning that Slut.
FILCH. Madam, heres Miss Polly come to wait upon you.
| LUCY. Show her in.|| 78|
LUCY. Dear Madam, your Servant.I hope you will pardon my Passion, when I was so happy to see you last.I was so over-run with the Spleen, that I was perfectly out of myself. And really when one hath the Spleen, everything is to be excusd by a Friend.
AIR XLVIII.Now Roger, Ill tell thee because thourt my Son.
| When a Wifes in her Pout,|
| (As shes sometimes, no doubt;)|
|The good Husband as meek as a Lamb,|
| Her Vapours to still,|
| First grants her her Will,|
|And the quieting Draught is a Dram.|
| Poor Man!|
|And the quieting Draught is a Dram.|
I wish all our Quarrels might have so comfortable a Reconciliation.
| POLLY. I have no Excuse for my own Behaviour, Madam, but my Misfortunes.And really, Madam, I suffer too upon your Account.|| 81|
| LUCY. But, Miss Pollyin the way of Friendship, will you give me leave to propose a Glass of Cordial to you?|| 82|
| POLLY. Strong-Waters are apt to give me the Head-AcheI hope, Madam, you will excuse me.|| 83|
| LUCY. Not the greatest Lady in the Land could have better in her Closet, for her own private drinking.You seem mighty low in Spirits, my Dear.|| 84|
| POLLY. I am sorry, Madam, my Health will not allow me to accept of your OfferI should not have left you in the rude manner I did when we met last, Madam, had not my Papa hauld me away so unexpectedlyI was indeed somewhat provokd, and perhaps might use some Expressions that were disrespectful.But really, Madam, the Captain treated me with so much Contempt and Cruelty, that I deservd your Pity, rather than your Resentment.|| 85|
| LUCY. But since his Escape, no doubt all Matters are made up again.Ah Polly! Polly! tis I am the unhappy Wife; and he loves you as if you were only his Mistress.|| 86|
| POLLY. Sure, Madam, you cannot think me so happy as to be the object of your Jealousy.A Man is always afraid of a Woman who loves him too wellso that I must expect to be neglected and avoided.|| 87|
| LUCY. Then our Cases, my dear Polly, are exactly alike. Both of us indeed have been too fond.|| 88|
| || |
|POLLY.|| ||A Curse attend that Womans Love,|
Who always would be pleasing.
|LUCY.|| ||The Pertness of the billing Dove,|
Like Tickling, is but teasing.
|POLLY.|| ||What then in Love can Woman do;|
|LUCY.|| ||If we grow fond they shun us.|
|POLLY.|| ||And when we fly them, they pursue:|
|LUCY.|| ||But leave us when theyve won us.|| 89|
| LUCY. Love is so very whimsical in both Sexes, that it is impossible to be lasting.But my Heart is particular, and contradicts my own Observation.|| 90|
| POLLY. But really, Mistress Lucy, by his last Behaviour, I think I ought to envy you.When I was forcd from him, he did not shew the least Tenderness.But perhaps, he hath a Heart not capable of it.|| 91|
AIR L.Would Fate to me Belinda give.
|Among the Men, Coquets we find,|
|Who court by turns all Woman-kind;|
|And we grant all the Hearts desird,|
|When they are flatterd, and admird.|
The Coquets of both Sexes are Self-lovers, and that is a Love no other whatever can dispossess. I hear, my dear Lucy, our Husband is one of those.
| LUCY. Away with these melancholy Reflections,indeed, my dear Polly, we are both of us a Cup too lowLet me prevail upon you to accept of my Offer.|| 93|
AIR LI.Come, sweet Lass.
| Come, sweet Lass,|
| Lets banish Sorrow|
| Till To-morrow;|
| Come, sweet Lass,|
|Lets take a chirping Glass.|
| Wine can clear|
| The Vapours of Despair|
| And make us light as Air;|
| Then drink, and banish Care.|
I cant bear, Child, to see you in such low Spirits.And I must persuade you to what I know will do you good.I shall now soon be even with the hypocritical Strumpet. [Aside.
All this Wheedling of Lucy cannot be for nothing.At this time too! when I know she hates me!The Dissembling of a Woman is always the Forerunner of Mischief.By pouring Strong-Waters down my Throat, she thinks to pump some Secrets out of me,Ill be upon my Guard, and wont taste a Drop of her Liquor, Im resolvd.
LUCY, with Strong-Waters. POLLY.
LUCY. Come, Miss Polly.
| POLLY. Indeed, Child, you have given yourself trouble to no purpose.You must, my Dear, excuse me.|| 97|
| LUCY. Really, Miss Polly, you are as squeamishly affected about taking a Cup of Strong-Waters as a Lady before Company. I vow, Polly, I shall take it monstrously ill if you refuse me.Brandy and Men (though Women love them ever so well) are always taken by us with some Reluctanceunless tis in private.|| 98|
| POLLY. I protest, Madam, it goes against me.What do I see! Macheath again in Custody!Now every Glimmring of Happiness is lost.|
[Drops the Glass of Liquor on the Ground.
| LUCY. Since things are thus, Im glad the Wench hath escapd; for by this Event, tis plain, she was not happy enough to deserve to be poisond. [Aside.|| 100|
LOCKIT, MACHEATH, PEACHUM, LUCY, POLLY.
LOCKIT. Set your Heart to rest, Captain.You have neither the Chance of Love or Money for another Escape,for you are orderd to be calld down upon your Trial immediately.
| PEACHUM. Away, Hussies!This is not a Time for a Man to be hamperd with his Wives.You see, the Gentleman is in Chains already.|| 102|
| LUCY. O Husband, Husband, my Heart longd to see thee; but to see thee thus distracts me?|| 103|
| POLLY. Will not my dear Husband look upon his Polly? Why hadst thou not flown to me for Protection? with me thou hadst been safe.|| 104|
AIR LII.The last time I went oer the Moor.
| || |
|POLLY.|| || Hither, dear Husband, turn your Eyes.|
|LUCY.|| || Bestow one Glance to cheer me.|
|POLLY.|| || Think with that Look, thy Polly dies.|
|LUCY.|| || O shun me notbut hear me.|
|POLLY.|| || Tis Polly sues.|
|LUCY.|| || Tis Lucy speaks.|
|POLLY.|| || Is thus true Love requited?|
|LUCY.|| || My Heart is bursting.|
|POLLY.|| || Mine too breaks.|
|LUCY.|| || Must I|
|POLLY.|| || Must I be slighted?|| 105|
| MACHEATH. What would you have me say, Ladies?You see this Affair will soon be at an end, without my disobliging either of you.|| 106|
| PEACHUM. But the settling this Point, Captain, might prevent a Law-Suit between your two Widows.|| 107|
AIR LIII. Tom Tinkers my true Love.
|Which way shall I turn meHow can I decide?|
|Wives, the Day of our Death, are as fond as a Bride.|
|One Wife is too much for most Husbands to hear,|
|But two at a time theres no mortal can bear.|
|This way, and that way, and which way I will,|
|What would comfort the one, tother Wife would take ill.|| 108|
| POLLY. But if his own Misfortunes have made him insensible to mineA Father sure will be more compassionateDear, dear Sir, sink the material Evidence, and bring him off at his TrialPolly, upon her Knees begs it of you.|| 109|
AIR LIV.I am a poor Shepherd undone.
|When my Hero in Court appears,|
| And stands arraignd for his Life;|
|Then think of poor Pollys Tears;|
| For Ah! poor Pollys his Wife.|
|Like the Sailor he holds up his Hand,|
| Distrest on the dashing Wave.|
|To die a dry Death at Land,|
| Is as bad as a watry Grave.|
| And alas, poor Polly!|
| Alack, and well-a-day!|
| Before I was in Love,|
| Oh! every Month was May.|| 110|
| LUCY. If Peachums Heart is hardend; sure you, Sir, will have more Compassion on a Daughter.I know the Evidence is in your Power.How then can you be a Tyrant to me? [Kneeling.|| 111|
AIR LV.Ianthe the lovely, &c.
|When he holds up his Hand arraignd for his Life,|
|O think of your Daughter, and think Im his Wife!|
|What are Cannons, or Bombs, or clashing of Swords?|
|For Death is more certain by Witnesses Words.|
|Then nail up their Lips; that dread Thunder allay;|
|And each Month of my Life will hereafter be May.|| 112|
| LOCKIT. Macheaths Time is come, LucyWe know our own Affairs, therefore let us have no more Whimpering or Whining.|| 113|
AIR LVI.A Cobler there was, &c.
|Ourselves, like the Great, to secure a Retreat,|
|When Matters require it, must give up our Gang:|
| And good reason why,|
| Or, instead of the Fry,|
| Evn Peachum and I.|
| Like poor petty Rascals, might hang, hang;|
| Like poor petty Rascals, might hang.|| 114|
| PEACHUM. Set your Heart at rest, Polly.Your Husband is to die to-day.Therefore if you are not already provided, tis high time to look about for another. Theres comfort for you, you Slut.|| 115|
| LOCKIT. We are ready, Sir, to conduct you to the Old Baily.|| 116|
AIR LVII.Bonny Dundee.
|The Charge is prepard; the Lawyers are met,|
|The Judges all rangd (a terrible Show!)|
|I go, undismayd.For Death is a Debt,|
|A Debt on Demand.So take what I owe.|
|Then farewell, my LoveDear Charmers, adieu.|
|Contented I dieTis the better for you,|
|Here ends all Disputes the rest of our Lives,|
|For this way at once I please all my Wives.|
Now, Gentlemen, I am ready to attend you.
LUCY, POLLY, FILCH.
POLLY. Follow them, Filch, to the Court. And when the Trial is over, bring me a particular Account of his Behaviour, and of everything that happendYoull find me here with Miss Lucy. [Exit Filch.] But why is all this Musick?
| LUCY. The Prisoners, whose Trials are put off till next Session, are diverting themselves.|| 119|
| POLLY. Sure there is nothing so charming as Musick! Im fond of it to Distraction!But alas!now, all Mirth seems an Insult upon my Affliction.Let us retire, my dear Lucy, and indulge our Sorrows.The noisy Crew, you see, are coming upon us. [Exeunt.|
A Dance of Prisoners in Chains, &c.
13. The Condemnd Hold.
MACHEATH, in a melancholy Posture.
AIR LVIII.Happy Groves.
|O cruel, cruel, cruel Case!|
|Must I suffer this Disgrace?|| 121|
AIR LIX.Of all the Girls that are so smart.
|Of all the Friends in time of Grief,|
| When threatening Death looks grimmer,|
|Not one so sure can bring Relief,|
| As this best Friend, a Brimmer. [Drinks.|| 122|
AIR LX.Britons strike home.
|Since I must swing,I scorn, I scorn to wince or whine. [Rises.|| 123|
AIR LXI.Chevy Chase.
|But now again my Spirits sink;|
|Ill raise them high with Wine. [Drinks a Glass of Wine.|| 124|
AIR LXII.To old Sir Simon the King.
|But Valour the stronger grows,|
| The stronger Liquor were drinking;|
|And how can we feel our Woes,|
| When weve lost the Trouble of Thinking? [Drinks.|| 125|
AIR LXIII.Joy to Great Caesar.
|If thusA Man can die|
|Much bolder with Brandy.|
| Pours out a Bumper of Brandy.|| 126|
AIR LXIV.There was an old Woman.
|So I drink off this Bumper.And now I can stand the Test.|
|And my Comrades shall see, that I die as brave as the Best. [Drinks.|| 127|
AIR LXV.Did you ever hear of a gallant Sailor.
|But can I leave my pretty Hussies,|
|Without one Tear, or tender Sigh?|| 128|
AIR LXVI.Why are mine Eyes still flowing.
|Their Eyes, their Lips, their Busses|
|Recall my Love,Ah must I die!|| 129|
AIR LXVII.Green Sleeves.
|Since Laws were made for evry Degree,|
|To curb Vice in others, as well as me,|
|I wonder we hant better Company,|
| Upon Tyburn Tree!|
|But Gold from Law can take out the Sting;|
|And if rich Men like us were to swing,|
|Twoud thin the Land, such Numbers to string|
| Upon Tyburn Tree!|| 130|
| JAILOR. Some Friends of yours, Captain, desire to be admittedI leave you together.|| 131|
MACHEATH, BEN BUDGE, MATT OF THE MINT.
MACHEATH. For my having broke Prison, you see, Gentlemen, I am orderd immediate Execution.The Sheriffs Officers, I believe, are now at the Door.That Jemmy Twitcher should peach me, I own surprisd me!Tis a plain Proof that the World is all alike, and that even our Gang can no more trust one another than other People. Therefore, I beg you, Gentlemen, look well to yourselves, for in all probability you may live some Months longer.
| MATT. We are heartily sorry, Captain, for your Misfortune.But tis what we must all come to.|| 133|
| MACHEATH. Peachum and Lockit, you know, are infamous Scoundrels. Their Lives are as much in your Power, as yours are in theirs.Remember your dying Friend!Tis my last Request.Bring those Villains to the Gallows before you, and I am satisfied.|| 134|
| MATT. Well dot.|| 135|
| JAILOR. Miss Polly and Miss Lucy intreat a Word with you.|| 136|
| MACHEATH. Gentlemen, adieu.|| 137|
LUCY, MACHEATH, POLLY.
MACHEATH. My dear LucyMy dear PollyWhatsoever hath passd between us is now at an endIf you are fond of marrying again, the best Advice I can give you is to Ship yourselves off for the West-Indies, where youll have a fair Chance of getting a Husband a-piece, or by good Luck, two or three, as you like best.
| POLLY. How can I support this Sight!|| 139|
| LUCY. There is nothing moves one so much as a great Man in Distress.|| 140|
AIR LXVII.All you that must take a Leap, &c.
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|LUCY.|| || Would I might be hangd!|
|POLLY.|| || And I would so too!|
|LUCY.|| || To be hangd with you.|
|POLLY.|| || My Dear, with you.|
|MACHEATH.|| || O leave me to Thought! I fear! I doubt!|
I tremble! I droop!See, my Courage is out!
[Turns up the empty Bottle.
|POLLY.|| || No Token of Love?|
|MACHEATH.|| || See, my Courage is out.|
[Turns up the empty Pot.
|LUCY.|| || No Token of Love?|
|POLLY.|| || Adieu.|
|LUCY.|| || Farewell.|
|MACHEATH.|| || But hark! I hear the Toll of the Bell.|
|CHORUS.|| || Tol de rol lol, &c.|| 141|
| JAILOR. Four Women more, Captain, with a Child apiece! See, here they come.|
[Enter Women and Children.
| MACHEATH. Whatfour Wives more!This is too muchHeretell the Sheriffs Officers I am ready. [Exit Macheath guarded.|| 143|
To them, Enter PLAYER and BEGGAR.
PLAYER. But, honest Friend, I hope you dont intend that Macheath shall be really executed.
| BEGGAR. Most certainly, Sir.To make the Piece perfect, I was for doing strict poetical JusticeMacheath is to be hangd; and for the other Personages of the Drama, the Audience must have supposd they were all hangd or transported.|| 145|
| PLAYER. Why then, Friend, this is a downright deep Tragedy. The Catastrophe is manifestly wrong, for an Opera must end happily.|| 146|
| BEGGAR. Your Objection, Sir, is very just, and is easily removd. For you must allow, that in this kind of Drama, tis no matter how absurdly things are brought aboutSoyou Rabble thererun and cry, A Reprieve!let the Prisoner be brought back to his Wives in Triumph.|| 147|
| PLAYER. All this we must do, to comply with the Taste of the Town.|| 148|
| BEGGAR. Through the whole Piece you may observe such a Similitude of Manners in high and low Life, that it is difficult to determine whether (in the fashionable Vices) the fine Gentlemen imitate the Gentlemen of the Road, or the Gentlemen of the Road the fine Gentlemen.Had the Play remained, as I at first intended, it would have carried a most excellent Moral. Twould have shown that the lower Sort of People have their Vices in a degree as well as the Rich: And that they are punishd for them.|| 149|
To them, MACHEATH with RABBLE, &c.
MACHEATH. So, it seems, I am not left to my Choice, but must have a Wife at last.Look ye, my Dears, we will have no Controversy now. Let us give this Day to Mirth, and I am sure she who thinks herself my Wife will testify her Joy by a Dance.
| ALL. Come, a Dancea Dance.|| 151|
| MACHEATH. Ladies, I hope you will give me leave to present a Partner to each of you. And (if I may without Offence) for this time, I take Polly for mine.And for Life, you Slut,for we were really marryd.As for the rest.But at present keep your own Secret. [To Polly.|
AIR LXIX.Lumps of Pudding, &c.
| Thus I stand like the Turk, with his Doxies around;|
| From all Sides their Glances his Passion confound;|
| For Black, Brown, and Fair, his Inconstancy burns,|
| And the different Beauties subdue him by turns:|
| Each calls forth her Charms, to provoke his Desires;|
| Though willing to all, with but one he retires.|
| But think of this Maxim, and put off your Sorrow,|
| The Wretch of To-day, may be happy To-morrow.|
|CHORUS. But think of this Maxim, &c.|
|Note 1. A Cant Word, signifying, a Warehouse where stolen Goods are deposited. [back]|