Scene 2

(Peachum, Filch)

FILCH - Sir, Black Moll hath sent word her Trial comes on in the Afternoon, and she hopes you will order Matters so as to bring her off.

PEACHUM - Why, she may plead her Belly 4 at worst; to my Knowledge she hath taken care of that Security. But, as the Wench is very active and industrious, you may satisfy her that I'll soften the Evidence.

FILCH - Tom Gagg, sir, is found guilty.

PEACHUM - A lazy Dog! When I took him the time before, I told him what he would come to if he did not mend his Hand. This is Death without Reprieve. I may venture to Book him 5. [writes.] For Tom Gagg, forty Pounds. Let Betty Sly know that I'll save her from Transportation 6, for I can get more by her staying in England.

FILCH - Betty hath brought more goods into our Lock 7 to-year than any five of the Gang; and in truth, 'tis a pity to lose so good a Customer.

PEACHUM - If none of the Gang take her off, she may, in the common course of Business, live a Twelve-month longer. I love to let Women scape. A good Sportsman always lets the Hen Partridges fly, because the Breed of the Game depends upon them. Besides, here the Law allows us no Reward; there is nothing to be got by the Death of Women--except our Wives.

FILCH - Without dispute, she is a fine Woman! 'Twas to her I was obliged for my Education 8, and (to say a bold Word) she hath trained up more young fellows to the Business than the Gaming table.

PEACHUM - Truly, Filch, thy Observation is right. We and the Surgeons are more beholden to Women than all the Professions besides.

PEACHUM - But make haste to Newgate 9, Boy, and let my Friends know what I intend; for I love to make them easy one way or other.

FILCH - When a Gentleman is long kept in suspence, Penitence may break his Spirit ever after. Besides, Certainty gives a Man a good Air upon his Trial, and makes him risque another without Fear or Scruple. But I'll away, for 'tis a Pleasure to be the Messenger of Comfort to Friends in Affliction.

Scene 3

(Peachum)

PEACHUM - But 'tis now high time to look about me for a decent Execution against next Sessions 10. I hate a lazy Rogue, by whom one can get nothing 'till he is hang'd. A Register of the Gang, [Reading] Crook-finger'd Jack. A Year and a half in the service; Let me see how much the Stock owes to his Industry; one, two, three, four, five Gold Watches, and seven Silver ones. A mighty clean-handed Fellow! Sixteen Snuff- boxes, five of them of true Gold. Six Dozen of Handkerchiefs, four silver- hilted Swords, half Dozen of Shirts, three Tye-Periwigs 11, and a piece of Broad-Cloth. Considering these are only the Fruits of his leisure Hours, I don't know a prettier Fellow, for no Man alive hath a more engaging Presence of Mind upon the Road. Wat Dreary, alias Brown Will, an irregular Dog, who hath an underhand way of disposing of his Goods. I'll try him only for a Sessions or two longer upon his Good-behaviour. Harry Padington, a poor petty-larceny Rascal, without the least Genius; that Fellow, though he were to live these six Months, will never come to the Gallows with any Credit. Slippery Sam; he goes off the next Sessions, for the Villain hath the Impudence to have Views of Following his Trade as a Tailor, which he calls an honest Employment. Mat of the Mint; listed not above a Month ago, a promising sturdy Fellow, and diligent in his way; somewhat too bold and hasty, and may raise good Contributions on the Public, if he does not cut himself short by Murder. Tom Tipple, a guzzling soaking Sot, who is always too drunk to stand himself, or to make others stand. A Cart 12 is absolutely necessary for him. Robin of Bagshot 13, alias Gorgon, alias Bob Bluff, alias Carbuncle, alias Bob Booty.

Scene 4

(Peachum, Mrs. Peachum)

MRS. PEACHUM - What of Bob Booty, Husband? I hope nothing bad hath betided him. You know, my Dear, he's a favourite Customer of mine. 'Twas he made me a present of this Ring.

PEACHUM - I have set his Name down in the Black List, that's all, my Dear; he spends his Life among Women, and as soon as his Money is gone, one or other of the Ladies will hang him for the Reward, and there's forty Pounds lost to us for-ever.

MRS. PEACHUM - You know, my Dear, I never meddle in matters of Death; I always leave those Affairs to you. Women indeed are bitter bad Judges in these cases, for they are so partial to the Brave that they think every Man handsome who is going to the Camp 14 or the Gallows.

But really Husband, you should not be too hard-hearted, for you never had a finer, braver set of Men than at present. We have not had a Murder among them all, these seven Months. And truly, my Dear, that is a great Blessing.

PEACHUM - What a dickens is the Woman always a whimpring about Murder for? No Gentleman is ever look'd upon the worse for killing a Man in his own Defense; and if Business cannot be carried on without it, what would you have a Gentleman do?

MRS. PEACHUM - If I am in the wrong, my Dear, you must excuse me, for no body can help the Frailty of an over-scrupulous Conscience.

PEACHUM - Murder is as fashionable a Crime as a Man can be guilty of. How many fine Gentlemen have we in Newgate every Year, purely upon that Article! If they have wherewithal to persuade the Jury to bring it in Manslaughter, what are they the worse for it? So, my Dear, have done upon this Subject. Was Captain Macheath here this Morning for the Bank-Notes 17 he left with you last Week?

MRS. PEACHUM - Yes, my Dear; and though the Bank hath stopt Payment, he was so cheerful and so agreeable! Sure there is not a finer Gentleman upon the Road than the Captain! If he comes from Bagshot 18 at any reasonable Hour, he hath promis'd to make one this Evening with Polly and me, and Bob Booty at a party of Quadrille 19. Pray, my dear, is the Captain rich?

PEACHUM - The Captain keeps too good Company ever to grow rich. Mary-bone 20 and the Chocolate-houses 21 are his undoing. The Man that proposes to get Money by Play should have the Education of a fine Gentleman, and be train'd up to it from his Youth.

MRS. PEACHUM - Really, I am sorry upon Polly's Account the Captain hath not more Discretion. What Business hath he to keep Company with Lords and Gentlemen? he should leave them to prey upon one another.

PEACHUM - Upon Polly's Account! What a plague does the Woman mean?-- ---Upon Polly's Account!

MRS. PEACHUM - Captain Macheath is very fond of the Girl.

PEACHUM - And what then?

MRS. PEACHUM - If I have any Skill in the Ways of Women, I am sure Polly thinks him a very pretty Man.

PEACHUM - And what then? You would not be so mad as to have the Wench marry him! Gamesters and Highwaymen are generally very good to their Whores, but they are very Devils to their Wives.

MRS. PEACHUM - But if Polly should be in Love, how should we help her, or how can she help herself? Poor Girl, I am in the utmost Concern about her.

PEACHUM - Look ye, Wife. A handsome Wench in our way of Business is as profitable as at the Bar of a Temple Coffee-House 22, who looks upon it as her livelihood to grant every Liberty but one. You see I would not indulge the Girl as far as prudently we can. In anything, but Marriage! After that, my Dear, how shall we be safe? Are we not then in her Husband's Power? For a Husband hath the absolute Power over all a Wife's Secrets but her own. If the Girl had the Discretion of a Court-Lady, who can have a Dozen young Fellows at her Ear without complying with one, I should not matter it; but Polly is Tinder, and a Spark will at once set her on a Flame. Married! If the Wench does not know her own Profit, sure she knows her own Pleasure better than to make herself a Property! My Daughter to me should be, like a Court-Lady to a Minister of State, a Key to the whole Gang. Married! If the Affair is not already done, I'll terrify her from it, by the Example of our Neighbours.

MRS. PEACHUM - May-hap, my Dear, you may injure the Girl. She loves to imitate the fine Ladies, and she may only allow the Captain liberties in the view of Interest.

PEACHUM - But 'tis your Duty, your Duty, my Dear, to warn the Girl against her Ruin, and to instruct her how to make the most of her Beauty. I'll go to her this moment, and sift her. In the mean time, Wife, rip out the Coronets and Marks of these Dozen of Cambric 23 Handkerchiefs, for I can dispose of them this Afternoon to a Chap 24 in the City.

Scene 5

(Mrs. Peachum)

MRS. PEACHUM - Never was a Man more out of the way in an Argument than my Husband. Why must our Polly, forsooth, differ from her Sex, and love only her Husband? And why must Polly's Marriage, contrary to all Observation, make her the less followed by other Men? All Men are Thieves in Love, and like a Woman the better for being another's Property.

Scene 6

(Mrs. Peachum, Filch)

MRS. PEACHUM - Come here, Filch. I am as fond of the Child, as though my Mind misgave me he were my own. He hath as fine a Hand at picking a Pocket as a Woman, and is as nimble-finger'd as a Juggler. If an unlucky Session does not cut the Rope of thy Life, I pronounce, Boy, thou wilt be a great Man in History. Where was your Post last Night, my Boy?

FILCH - I ply'd at the Opera, Madam; and considering 'twas neither dark nor rainy, so that there was no great Hurry in getting Chairs and Coaches, made a tolerable Hand on't. These seven Handkerchiefs, Madam.

MRS. PEACHUM - Colour'd ones, I see. They are of sure Sale from our Warehouse at Redriff 26 among the Seamen.

FILCH - And this Snuff-box.

MRS. PEACHUM - Set in Gold! A pretty Encouragement this to a young Beginner.

FILCH - I had a fair Tug at charming Gold Watch. Pox take the Tailors for making the Fobs 27 so deep and narrow! It stuck by the way, and I was forc'd to make my Escape under a Coach. Really, Madam, I fear I shall be cut off in the Flower of my Youth, so that every now and then (since I was pumpt) 28 I have Thoughts of taking up and going to Sea.

MRS. PEACHUM - You should go to Hockley in the Hole 29, and to Mary-bone, Child, to learn Valour. These are the Schools that have bred so many brave Men. I thought, Boy, by this time thou hadst lost Fear as well as Shame. Poor Lad! how little does he know yet of the Old Baily 30! For the first Fact I'll insure thee from being hang'd; and going to Sea, Filch, will come time enough upon a Sentence of Transportation. But now, since you have nothing better to do, ev'n go to your Book, and learn your Catechism; for really a Man makes but an ill Figure in the Ordinary's Paper 31, who cannot give a satisfactory Answer to his Questions. But hark you, my Lad. Don't tell me a Lye; for you know that I hate a Liar. Do you know of anything that hath pass'd between Captain Macheath and our Polly?

FILCH - I beg you, Madam, don't ask me; for I must either tell a Lye to you or to Miss Polly; for I promis'd her I would not tell.

MRS. PEACHUM - But when the Honour of our Family is concern'd--- --

FILCH - I shall lead a sad Life with Miss Polly, if she ever comes to know that I told you. Besides, I would not willingly forfeit my own Honour by betraying any body.

MRS. PEACHUM - Yonder comes my Husband and Polly. Come, Filch, you shall go with me into my own Room, and tell me the whole Story. I'll give thee a most delicious Glass of a Cordial that I keep for my own drinking.

Scene 7

(Peachum,Polly)

POLLY - I know as well as any of the fine Ladies how to make the most of myself and of my Man too. A Woman knows how to be mercenary, though she hath never been in a Court or at an Assembly. We have it in our Natures, Papa. If I allow Captain Macheath some trifling Liberties, I have this Watch and other visible Marks of his Favour to show for it. A Girl who cannot grant some Things, and refuse what is most material, will make but a poor hand of her Beauty, and soon be thrown upon the Common.

PEACHUM - You know, Polly, I am not against your toying and trifling with a Customer in the way of Business, or to get out a Secret, or so. But if I find out that you have play'd the Fool and are married, you Jade you, I'll cut your Throat, Hussy. Now you know my Mind.

Scene 8

(Peachum,Polly,Mrs. Peachum)

MRS. PEACHUM - You Baggage! you Hussy! you inconsiderate Jade! had you been hang'd, it would not have vex'd me, for that might have been your Misfortune; but to do such a mad thing by Choice! The Wench is married, Husband.

PEACHUM - Married! the Captain is a bold Man, and will risk anything for Money; to be sure he believes her a Fortune. Do you think your Mother and I should have liv'd comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!

MRS. PEACHUM - I knew she was always a proud Slut; and now the Wench hath play'd the Fool and Married, because forsooth she would do like the Gentry. Can you support the Expence of a Husband, Hussy, in Gaming, Drinking and Whoring? Have you Money enough to carry on the daily Quarrels of Man and Wife about who shall squander most? There are not many Husbands and Wives, who can bear the Charges of plaguing one another in a handsome way. If you must be married, could you introduce no body into our Family but a Highwayman? Why, thou foolish Jade, thou wilt be as ill-used, and as much neglected, as if thou hadst married a Lord!

PEACHUM - Let not your Anger, my Dear, break through the Rules of Decency, for the Captain looks upon himself in the Military Capacity, as a Gentleman by his Profession. Besides what he hath already, I know he is in a fair way of getting, or of dying; and both these ways, let me tell you, are most excellent Chances for a Wife. Tell me, Hussy, are you ruin'd or no?

MRS. PEACHUM - With Polly's Fortune, she might very well have gone off to a Person of Distinction. Yes, that you might, you pouting Slut!

PEACHUM - What is the Wench dumb? Speak, or I'll make you plead by squeezing out an Answer from you. Are really bound Wife to him, or are you only upon liking? [Pinches her.]

POLLY - Oh! [Screaming.]

MRS. PEACHUM - How the Mother is to be pitied who has handsome Daughters! Lock, Bolts, Bars, and Lectures of Morality are nothing to them: They break through them all. They have as much Pleasure in cheating a Father and Mother, as in cheating at Cards.

PEACHUM - Why, Polly, I shall soon know if you are married, by Macheath's keeping from our House.

MRS. PEACHUM - Then all the Hopes of our Family are gone for ever and ever!

PEACHUM - And Macheath may hang his Father and Mother-in-law, in hope to get into their Daughter's Fortune.

POLLY - I did not marry him (as 'tis the Fashion) coolly and deliberately for Honour or Money. But, I love him.

MRS. PEACHUM - 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 can't support myself----Oh! [Faints.]

PEACHUM - See, Wench, to what a Condition you have reduc'd 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, this is now the only Comfort your Mother has left!

POLLY - Give her another Glass, Sir! my Mama drinks double the Quantity whenever she is out of Order. This, you see, fetches her.

MRS. PEACHUM - The Girl shows such a Readiness, and so much Concern, that I could almost find it in my Heart to forgive her.

MRS. PEACHUM - Not with a Highwayman.----You sorry Slut!

PEACHUM - 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. PEACHUM - 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.

PEACHUM - 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. PEACHUM - Well, Polly; as far as one Woman can forgive another, I forgive thee.----Your Father is too fond of you, Hussy.

POLLY - Then all my Sorrows are at an end.

MRS. PEACHUM - A mighty likely Speech in troth, for a Wench who is just married!

PEACHUM - I hear Customers in t'other Room: Go, talk with 'em, Polly; but come to us again, as soon as they are gone----But, hark ye, Child, if 'tis the Gentleman who was here Yesterday about the Repeating Watch 33; say you believe we can't get Intelligence of it till to-morrow. For I lent it to Suky Straddle, to make a figure with it to-night at a Tavern in Drury-Lane 34. If t'other Gentleman calls for the Silver-hilted Sword; you know Beetle-brow'db Jemmy hath it on, and he doth not come from Tunbridge 35 'till Tuesday Night; so that it cannot be had 'till then.

Scene 9

(Peachum, Mrs. Peachum)

PEACHUM - 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.

MRS. PEACHUM - 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.

PEACHUM - But Money, Wife, is the true Fuller's-Earth 36 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.

MRS. PEACHUM - 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 a Dispute.

PEACHUM - That, indeed, is a Point which ought to be consider'd.

PEACHUM - The Lawyers are bitter Enemies to those in our Way. They don't care that any body should get a clandestine Livelihood but themselves.

Scene 10

(Mrs. Peachum, Peachum, Polly)

POLLY - 'Twas only Nimming Ned. He brought in a Damask Window-Curtain, a Hoop-Petticoat, a pair of Silver Candlesticks, and one Silk Stocking, from the Fire that happen'd last Night.

PEACHUM - 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 be left as they are. You are married, then, it seems?

POLLY - Yes, Sir.

PEACHUM - And how do you propose to live, Child?

POLLY - Like other Women, Sir, upon the Industry of my Husband.

MRS. PEACHUM - What, is the Wench turn'd Fool? A Highwayman's Wife, like a Soldier's, hath as little of his Pay, as of his Company.

PEACHUM - And had not you the common Views of a Gentlewoman in your Marriage, Polly?

POLLY - I don't know what you mean, Sir.

PEACHUM - Of a Jointure 39, and of being a Widow.

POLLY - But I love him, Sir; how then could I have Thoughts of parting with him?

PEACHUM - Parting with him! Why, this is the whole Scheme and Intention of all Marriage Articles. The comfortable Estate of Widow-hood, is the only Hope that keeps up a Wife's Spirits. Where is the Woman who would scruple to be a Wife, if she had it in her Power to be a Widow, whenever she pleas'd? If you have any Views of this sort, Polly, I shall think the Match not so very unreasonable.

POLLY - How I dread to hear your Advice! Yet I must beg you to explain yourself.

PEACHUM - Secure what he hath got, have him peach'd the next Sessions, and then at once you are made a rich Widow.

POLLY - What, murder the Man I love! The Blood runs cold at my Heart with the very Thought of it!

PEACHUM - Fie, Polly! What hath Murder to do in the Affair? Since the thing sooner or later must happen, I dare say, the Captain himself would like rather that we should get the Reward for his Death sooner than a Stranger. Why, Polly, the Captain knows that as 'tis his Employment to rob, so 'tis ours to take Robbers; every Man in his Business. So there is no Malice in the case.

MRS. PEACHUM - Ay, Husband, now you have nick'd the Matter. To have him peach'd 40 is the only thing could ever make me forgive her.

MRS. PEACHUM - But your Duty to your Parents, Hussy, obliges you to hang him. What would many a Wife give for such an Opportunity!

POLLY - What is a Jointure, what is Widow-hood to me? I know my heart. I cannot survive him.

Polly - Thus, Sir, it will happen to your poor Polly.

MRS. PEACHUM - What, is the Fool in Love in earnest then? I hate thee for being particular: Why Wench, thou art a Shame to they very Sex.

POLLY - But hear me, Mother.----If you ever lov'd-- --

MRS. PEACHUM - Those cursed Play-Books 41 she reads have been her Ruin. One Word more, Hussy, and I shall knock your Brains out, if you have any.

PEACHUM - Keep out of the way, Polly, for fear of Mischief, and consider what is propos'd to you.

MRS. PEACHUM - Away, Hussy. Hang your Husband, and be dutiful.

Scene 11

(Mrs. Peachum, Peachum, [Polly listning.])

MRS. PEACHUM - The Thing, Husband, must and shall be done. For the sake of Intelligence we must take other Measures, and have him peach'd the next Session without her Consent. If she will not know her Duty, we know ours.

PEACHUM - But really, my Dear, it grieves one's Heart to take off a great Man. When I consider his Personal Bravery, his fine Strategem 42, how much we have already got by him, and how much more we may get, methinks I can't find it in my Heart to have a hand in his Death. I wish you could have made Polly undertake it.

MRS. PEACHUM - But in a Case of Necessity----our own Lives are in danger.

PEACHUM - Then, indeed, we must comply with the Customs of the World, and make Gratitude give way to Interest.----He shall be taken off.

MRS. PEACHUM - I'll undertake to manage Polly.

PEACHUM - And I'll prepare Matters for the Old Baily.

Scene 12

(POLLY)

POLLY - Now I'm a Wretch, indeed.----Methinks I see him already in the Cart, sweeter and more lovely than the Nosegay in his Hand!--- -I hear the Crowd extolling his Resolution and Intrepidity!-- --What Vollies of Sighs are sent from the Windows of Holborn 43, that so comely a Youth should be brought to Disgrace!--I see him at the Tree! aa The whole Circle are in Tears!----even Butchers weep!----Jack Ketch 44 himself hesitates to perform his Duty, and would be glad to lose his Fee, by a Reprieve. What then will become of Polly!----As yet I may inform him of their Design, and aid him in his Escape.----It shall be so-- --But then he flies, absents himself, and I bar myself from his dear Conversation! That too will distract me.----If he keep out of the way, my Papa and Mama may in time relent, and we may be happy.- ---If he stays, he is hang'd, and then he is lost for ever!- ---He intended to lie conceal'd in my Room, 'till the Dusk of the Evening: If they are abroad, I'll this Instant let him out, lest some Accident should prevent him. [Exit, and returns.]

Scene 13

(Polly,Macheath)

POLLY - And are you as fond as ever, my Dear?

MACHEATH - Suspect my Honour, my Courage, suspect any thing but my Love.- ---May my Pistols miss Fire 45, and my Mare slip her Shoulder 46 while I am pursu'd, if I ever forsake thee!

POLLY - Nay, my Dear, I have no Reason to doubt you, for I find in the Romance you lent me, none of the great Heroes were ever false in Love.

POLLY - Were you sentenc'd to Transportation, sure, my Dear, you could not leave me behind you----could you?

MACHEATH - Is there any Power, any Force that could tear me from thee? You might sooner tear a Pension out of the hands of a Courtier, a Fee from a Lawyer, a pretty Woman from a Looking-glass, or any Woman from Quadrille. ----But to tear me from thee is impossible!

POLLY - Yes, I would go with thee. But oh!----how shall I speak it? I must be torn from thee. We must part.

MACHEATH - How! Part!

POLLY - We must, we must.----My Papa and Mama are set against thy Life. They now, even now are in Search after thee. They are preparing Evidence against thee. Thy Life depends upon a moment.

POLLY - One Kiss and then--one Kiss--begone--farewell.

MACHEATH - My Hand, my Heart, my Dear, is so riveted to thine, that I cannot unloose my Hold.

POLLY - But my Papa may intercept thee, and then I should lose the very glimmering of Hope. A few Weeks, perhaps, may reconcile us all. Shall thy Polly hear from thee?

MACHEATH - Must I then go?

POLLY - And will not Absence change your Love?

MACHEATH - If you doubt it, let me stay--and be hang'd.

POLLY - O how I fear! how I tremble!----Go--- -but when Safety will give you leave, you will be sure to see me again; for 'till then Polly is wretched.

Scene 1

A Tavern Near Newgate.

(Jemmy Twitcher, Crook-Finger'd Jack, Wat Dreary, Robin of Bagshot, Nimming Ned, Henry Padington, Matt of the Mint, Ben Budge, and the rest of the Gang at the Table, with Wine, Brandy, and Tobacco.)

BEN - But pr'ythee, Matt, what is become of thy brother Tom? I have not seen him since my Return from Transportation.

MATT - Poor Brother Tom had an Accident this time Twelvemonth, and so clever a made fellow he was, that I could not save him from those fleaing 47 Rascals the Surgeons; and now, poor Man, he is among the Ottamys 48 at Surgeons Hall.

BEN - So it seems, his Time was come.

JEMMY - But the present Time is ours, and no body alive hath more. Why are the Laws levell'd at us? are we more dishonest than the rest of Mankind? What we win, Gentlemen, is our own by the Law of Arms, and the Right of Conquest.

CROOK - Where shall we find such another Set of Practical Philosophers, who to a Man are above the Fear of Death?

WAT - Sound Men, and true!

ROBIN - Of try'd Courage, and indefatigable Industry!

NED - Who is there here that would not die for his Friend?

HARRY - Who is there here that would betray him for his Interest?

MATT - Show me a Gang of Courtiers that can say as much.

BEN - We are for a just Partition of the World, for every Man hath a Right to enjoy Life.

MATT - We retrench the Superfluities of Mankind. The World is avaritious, and I hate Avarice. A covetous fellow, like a Jackdaw, steals what he was never made to enjoy, for the sake of hiding it. These are the Robbers of Mankind, for Money was made for the Free-hearted and Generous, and where is the Injury of taking from another, what he hath not the Heart to make use of?

JEMMY - Our several Stations for the Day are fixt. Good luck attend us all. Fill the Glasses.

Scene 2

(To them enter Macheath)

MACHEATH - Gentlemen, well met. My Heart hath been with you this Hour: but an unexpected Affair hath detain'd me. No ceremony, I beg you.

MATT - We were just breaking up to go upon Duty. Am I to have the Honour of taking the Air with you, Sir, this Evening upon the Heath? I drink a Dram now and then with the Stage-coachmen in the way of Friendship and Intelligence; and I know that about this Time there will be Passengers upon the Western Road, who are worth speaking with 49.

MACHEATH - I was to have been of that Party----but-- --

MATT - But what, Sir?

MACHEATH - Is there any Man who suspects my Courage?

MATT - We have all been Witnesses of it.

MACHEATH - My Honour and Truth to the Gang?

MATT - I'll be answerable for it.

MACHEATH - In the Division of our Booty, have I ever shewn the least Marks of Avarice or Injustice?

MATT - By these Questions something seems to have ruffled you. Are any of us suspected?

MACHEATH - I have a fixed Confidence, Gentlemen, in you all, as Men of Honour, and as such I value and respect you. Peachum is a Man that is useful to us.

MATT - Is he about to play us any foul Play? I'll shoot him through the Head.

MACHEATH - I beg you, Gentlemen, act with Conduct and Discretion. A Pistol is your last Resort.

MATT - He knows nothing of this Meeting.

MACHEATH - Business cannot go on without him. He is a Man who knows the World, and is a necessary Agent to us. We have had a slight Difference, and 'till it is accomodated I shall be obliged to keep out of his way. Any private dispute of mine shall be of no ill consequence to my Friends. You must continue to act under his Direction, for the moment we break loose from him, our Gang is ruin'd.

MATT - As a Bawd 50 to a Whore, I grant you, he is to us of great Convenience.

MACHEATH - Make him believe I have quitted the Gang, which I can never do but with Life. At our private Quarters I will continue to meet you. A Week or so will probably reconcile us.

MATT - Your Instructions shall be observ'd. 'Tis now high time for us to repair to our several Duties; so 'till the Evening at our Quarters in Moor-Fields 51 we bid you farewell.

MACHEATH - I shall wish myself with you. Success attend you.

[Sits down melancholy at the Table.]

Scene 3

(MACHEATH, DRAWER 54)

MACHEATH - What a Fool is a fond Wench! Polly is most confoundedly bit.--I love the Sex. And a Man who loves Money, might as well be contented with one Guinea, as I with one Woman. The Town perhaps have been as much obliged to me, for recruiting it with free-hearted Ladies, as to any Recruiting Officer in the Army. If it were not for us, and the other Gentlemen of the Sword, Drury-Lane would be uninhabited.

MACHEATH - I must have Women. There is nothing unbends the Mind like them. Money is not so strong a Cordial for the Time. Drawer.--[Enter Drawer.] Is the Porter gone for all the Ladies according to my Directions?

DRAWER - I expect him back every Minute. But you know, Sir, you sent him as far as Hockley in the Hole 29_2 for three of the Ladies, for one in Vinegar-Yard 55 and for the rest of them somewhere about Lewker's Lane 56. Sure some of them are below, for I hear the Bar-Bell. As they come I will show them up. Coming, Coming.

Scene 4

(MACHEATH, MRS. COAXER, DOLLY TRULL, MRS. VIXEN, BETTY DOXY, JENNY DIVER, MRS. SLAMMEKIN, SUKY TAWDRY, and MOLLY BRAZEN)

MACHEATH - Dear Mrs. Coaxer, you are welcome. You look charmingly to-day. I hope you don't want the Repairs of Quality, and lay on Paint.--- -Dolly Trull! kiss me, you Slut; are you as amorous as ever, Hussy? You are always so taken up with stealing Hearts, that you don't allow yourself Time to steal anything else.----Ah Dolly, thou wilt ever be a Coquette!----Mrs. Vixen, I'm yours, I always lov'd a Woman of Wit and Spirit; they make charming Mistresses, but plaguey Wives.-- --Betty Doxy! Come hither, Hussy. Do you drink as hard as ever? You had better stick to good wholesom Beer; for in troth, Betty, Strong-Waters 57 will in time ruin your Constitution. You should leave those to your Betters.--What! and my pretty Jenny Diver too! As prim and demure as ever! There is not any Prude, though ever so high-bred, hath a more sanctify'd Look, with a more mischievous Heart. Ah! thou art a dear artful Hypocrite.----Mrs. Slammekin! as careless and genteel as ever! all you fine Ladies, who know your own Beauty, affect an Undress.----But see, here's Suky Tawdry come to contradict what I am saying. Everything she gets one way she lays out upon her Back. Why, Suky, you must keep at least a Dozen Talleymen 58. Molly Brazen! [She kisses him.] That's well done. I love a free-hearted Wench. Thou hast a most agreeable Assurance, Girl, and art as willing as a Turtle.-----But hark! I hear Music. The Harper is at the Door. If Music be the Food of Love, play on 59. Ere you seat yourselves, Ladies, what think you of a Dance? Come in. [Enter Harper.] Play the French Tune, that Mrs. Slammekin was so fond of.

[A dance a la ronde in the French manner; near the end of it this Song and Chorus.]

MACHEATH - Now, pray Ladies, take your Places. Here Fellow. [Pays the Harper.] Bid the Drawer bring us more Wine. [Exit Harper.] If any of the Ladies choose Ginn, I hope they will be so free to call for it.

JENNY - You look as if you meant me. Wine is strong enough for me. Indeed, Sir, I never drink Strong-Waters, but when I have the Cholic. I hope, Mrs. Coaxer, you have had good Success of late in your Visits among the Mercers 60.

COAXER - We have so many interlopers----Yet with Industry, one may still have a little Picking. I carried a silver-flower'd Lutestring, and a Piece of black Padesoy 61 to Mr. Peachum's Lock but last Week.

VIXEN - There's Molly Brazen hath the Ogle of a Rattle-Snake. She rivetted a Linen-Draper's Eye so fast upon her, that he was nick'd of three Pieces of Cambric before he could look off.

BRAZEN - Oh dear Madam! ----But sure nothing can come up to your handling of Laces! And then you have such a sweet deluding Tongue! To cheat a Man is nothing; but the Woman must have fine parts indeed who cheats a Woman.

VIXEN - Lace, Madam, lies in a small Compass, and is of easy Conveyance. But you are apt, Madam, to think too well of your Friends.

COAXER - If any Woman hath more Art than another, to be sure, 'tis Jenny Diver. Though her Fellow be never so agreeable, she can pick his Pocket as coolly, as if money were her only Pleasure. Now that is a Command of the Passions in a Woman!

JENNY - I never go to the Tavern with a Man, but in the View of Business. I have other Hours, and other sorts of Men for my Pleasure. But had I your Address, Madam----

MACHEATH - Have done with your Compliments, Ladies, and drink about: You are not so fond of me, Jenny, as you use to be.

JENNY - 'Tis not convenient, Sir, to shew my Fondness among so many Rivals. 'Tis your own Choice, and not the Warmth of my Inclination that will determine you.

MACHEATH - Ah Jenny! thou art a dear Slut.

TRULL - Pray, Madam, were you ever in keeping 62?

TAWDRY - I hope, Madam, I han't been so long upon the Town, but I have met with some good-fortune as well as my Neighbors.

TRULL - Pardon me, Madam, I meant no harm by the Question; 'Twas only in the way of Conversation.

TAWDRY - Indeed, Madam, if I had not been a Fool, I might have liv'd very handsomely with my last Friend. But upon his missing five Guineas, he turn'd me off. Now I never suspected he had counted them.

SLAMMEKIN - Who do you look upon, Madam, as your best sort of Keepers?

TRULL - That, Madam, is thereafter as they be.

SLAMMEKIN - I, Madam, was once kept by a Jew; and bating 63 their Religion, to Women they are a good sort of People.

TAWDRY - Now for my Part, I own I like an old Fellow: For we always make them pay for what they can't do.

VIXEN - A spruce Prentice, let me tell you Ladies, is no ill thing, they bleed freely. I have sent at least two or three Dozen of them in my time to the Plantations 64.

JENNY - But to be sure, Sir, with so much Good-fortune as you have had upon the Road, you must be grown immensely rich.

MACHEATH - The Road, indeed, hath done me Justice, but the Gaming-Table hath been my Ruin.

JENNY - A Man of Courage should never put any thing to the Risque but his Life. These are the Tools of a Man of Honour. Cards and Dice are fit only for cowardly Cheats, who prey upon their Friends.

[She takes up his Pistol. Tawdry takes up the other.]

TAWDRY - This, Sir, is fitter for your Hand. Besides your loss of Money, 'tis a loss to the Ladies. Gaming takes you off from Women. How fond could I be of you! But before Company 'tis ill bred.

MACHEATH - Wanton Hussies!

JENNY - I must and will have a Kiss to give my Wine a Zest.

[They take him about the Neck and make signs to Peachum and Constables 66, who rush in upon him.]

Scene 5

(To them, PEACHUM and Constables.)

PEACHUM - I seize you, Sir, as my Prisoner.

MACHEATH - Was this well done 67, Jenny?----Women are Decoy Ducks; who can trust them! Beasts, Jades, Jilts, Harpies, Furies, Whores!

PEACHUM - Your Case, Mr. Macheath, is not particular. The greatest Heroes have been ruin'd by Women. But, to do them Justice, I must own they are a pretty sort of Creatures, if we could trust them. You must now, Sir, take your Leave of the Ladies, and if they have a mind to make you a Visit, they will be sure to find you at home. This Gentleman, Ladies, lodges in Newgate. Constables, wait upon the Captain to his Lodgings.

PEACHUM - Ladies, I'll take care the Reckoning shall be discharg'd.

[Exit Macheath, guarded with Peachum and Constables.]

Scene 6

(The Women remain.)

VIXEN - Look ye, Mrs. Jemmy, though Mr. Peachum may have made a private Bargain with you and Suky Tawdry for betraying the Captain, as we were all assisting, we ought all to share alike.

COAXER - I think Mr. Peachum, after so long an Acquaintance, might have trusted me as well as Jenny Diver.

SLAMMEKIN - I am sure at least three Men of his hanging, and in a Year's time too, (if he did me Justice) should be set down to my Account.

TRULL - Mrs. Slammekin, that is not fair. For you know one of them was taken in Bed with me.

JENNY - As far as a Bowl of Punch or a Treat, I believe Mrs. Suky will join with me.----As for anything else, Ladies, you cannot in Conscience expect it.

SLAMMEKIN - Dear Madam----

TRULL - I would not for the World----

SLAMMEKIN - 'Tis impossible for me----

TRULL - As I hope to be sav'd, Madam----

SLAMMEKIN - Nay then, I must stay here all night----

TRULL - Since you command me. [Exeunt with great Ceremony.]

Scene 7, Newgate

(LOCKIT, Turnkeys 68, MACHEATH, Constables.)

LOCKIT - Noble Captain, you are welcome. You have not been a Lodger of mine this Year and a half. You know the Custom, Sir. Garnish 69, Captain, Garnish. Hand me down those Fetters 70 there.

MACHEATH - Those, Mr. Lockit, seem to be the heaviest of the whole Set. With your Leave, I should like the further Pair better.

LOCKIT - Look ye, Captain, we know what is fittest for our Prisoners. When a Gentlemen uses me with Civility, I always do the best I can to please him.----Hand them down I say. We have them of all Prices, from one Guinea to ten, and 'tis fitting every Gentleman should please himself.

MACHEATH - I understand you, Sir. [Gives Money.] The fees here are so many, and so exorbitant, that few Fortunes can bear the Expense, of getting off handsomely, or of dying like a Gentleman.

LOCKIT - Those, I see, will fit the Captain better--Take down the further Pair. Do but examine them, Sir.--Never was better work.---- How genteely they are made!----They will fit as easy as a Glove, and the nicest Man in England might not be asham'd to wear them. [He puts on the Chains.] If I had the best Gentleman in the Land in my Custody. I could not equip him more handsomely. And so, Sir--I now leave you to your private Meditations.

Scene 8

(MACHEATH.)

MACHEATH - To what a woful Plight have I brought myself! Here must I (all Day long, 'till I am hang'd) be confin'd to hear the Reproaches of a Wench who lays her Ruin at my Door----I am in the Custody of her Father, and to be sure, if he knows of the matter, I shall have a fine time on't betwixt this and my Execution.----But I promis'd the Wench Marriage----What signifies a Promise to a Woman? Does not Man in Marriage itself promise a hundred things that he never means to perform? Do all we can, Women will believe us; for they look upon a Promise as an Excuse for following their own Inclinations.----But here comes Lucy, and I cannot get from her.----Wou'd I were deaf!

Scene 9

(MACHEATH, LUCY.)

LUCY - You base Man you,----how can you look me in the Face after what hath passed between us?----See here, perfidious Wretch, how I am forc'd to bear about the Load of Infamy 73 you have laid upon me--- -O Macheath! thou hast robb'd me of my Quiet----to see thee tortur'd would give me Pleasure.

MACHEATH - Have you no Bowels 74, no Tenderness, my dear Lucy, to see a Husband in these Circumstances?

LUCY - A Husband!

MACHEATH - In ev'ry Respect but the Form, and that, my Dear, may be said over us at any time.----Friends should not insist upon Ceremonies. From a Man of Honour, his Word is as good as his Bond.

LUCY - 'Tis the Pleasure of all you fine Men to insult the Women you have ruin'd.

MACHEATH - The very first Opportunity, my Dear, (have but Patience) you shall be my Wife in whatever manner you please.

LUCY - Insinuating Monster! And so you think I know nothing of the Affair of Miss Polly Peachum.----I could tear thy Eyes out!

MACHEATH - Sure, Lucy, you can't be such a fool as to be jealous of Polly!

LUCY - Are you not married to her, you Brute, you?

MACHEATH - Married! Very good. The Wench gives it out only to vex thee, and to ruin me in thy good Opinion. 'Tis true, I go the House; I chat with the Girl, I kiss her, I say a thousand things to her (as all Gentlemen do) that mean nothing, to divert myself; and now the silly Jade hath set it about that I am married to her, to let me know what she would be at. Indeed, my dear Lucy, these violent Passions may be of ill Consequence to a Woman in your Condition.

LUCY - Come, come, Captain, for all your Assurance, you know that Miss Polly hath put it out of your Power to do me the Justice you promis'd me.

MACHEATH - A jealous Woman believes everything her Passion suggests. To convince you of my Sincerity, if we can find the Ordinary, I shall have no Scruples of making you my Wife; and I know the Consequences of having two at a time.

LUCY - That you are only to be hang'd, and so get rid of them both.

MACHEATH - I am ready, my dear Lucy, to give you Satisfaction--- -If you think there is any in Marriage.----What can a Man of Honour say more?

LUCY - So then, it seems, you are not married to Miss Polly.

MACHEATH - You know, Lucy, the Girl is prodigiously conceited. No Man can say a civil thing to her but (like other fine Ladies) her Vanity makes her think he's her own for ever and ever.

MACHEATH - When Women consider their own Beauties, they are all alike unreasonable in their Demands; for they expect their Lovers should like them as long as they like themselves.

LUCY - Yonder is my Father----perhaps this way we may light upon the Ordinary, who shall try if you will be as good as your Word.-- --For I long to be made an honest Woman.

Scene 10

(PEACHUM, LOCKIT with an Account-Book.)

LOCKIT - In this last Affair, Brother Peachum, we are agreed. You have consented to go halves in Macheath.

PEACHUM - We shall never fall out about an Execution----But as to that Article, pray how stands our last Year's Account?

LOCKIT - If you will run your Eye over it, you'll find 'tis fair and clearly stated.

PEACHUM - This long Arrear of the Government 75 is very hard upon us! Can it be expected that we would hang our Acquaintance for nothing, when our Betters will hardly save theirs without being paid for it. Unless the People in Employment pay better, I promise them for the future, I shall let other Rogues live besides their own.

LOCKIT - Perhaps, Brother, they are afraid these Matters may be carried too far. We are treated by them with Contempt, as if our Profession were not reputable.

PEACHUM - In one respect indeed our Employment may be reckon'd dishonest, because, like great Statesmen, we encourage those who betray their Friends.

LOCKIT - Such Language, Brother, any where else, might turn to your Prejudice. Learn to be more guarded, I beg you.

PEACHUM - Here's poor Ned Clincher's Name, I see. Sure Brother Lockit, there was a little unfair Proceeding in Ned's Case: for he told me in the Condemn'd Hold 76, that for Value receiv'd, you had promis'd him a Session or two longer without Molestation.

LOCKIT - Mr. Peachum----this is the first time my Honour was ever call'd in Question.

PEACHUM - Business is at an end--if once we act dishonourably.

LOCKIT - Who accuses me?

PEACHUM - You are warm, Brother.

LOCKIT - He that attacks my Honour, attacks my Livelihood--- -And this Usage----Sir----is not to be borne.

PEACHUM - Since you provoke me to speak--I must tell you too, that Mrs. Coaxer charges you with defrauding her of her Information-Money, for the apprehending of curl-pated Hugh. Indeed, indeed, Brother, we must punctually pay our Spies, or we shall have no Information.

LOCKIT - Is this Language to me, Sirrah,----who have sav'd you from the Gallows, Sirrah 77! [Collaring each other.]

PEACHUM - If I am hang'd it shall be for ridding the World of an arrant Rascal.

LOCKIT - This Hand shall do the office of the Halter you deserve, and throttle you----you Dog!----

PEACHUM - Brother, Brother----We are both in the Wrong- ---for you know we have it in our Power to hang each other. You should not be so passionate.

LOCKIT - Nor you so provoking.

PEACHUM - 'Tis our mutual Interest; 'Tis for the Interest of the World we should agree. If I said any thing, Brother, to the Prejudice of your Character, I ask pardon.

LOCKIT - Brother Peachum----I can forgive as well as resent.----Give me your Hand. Suspicion does not become a Friend.

PEACHUM - I only meant to give you Occasion to justify yourself. But I must now step home, for I expect the Gentleman 78 about this Snuff-box, that Filch nimm'd two nights ago in the Park. I appointed him at this Hour.

Scene 11

(LOCKIT, LUCY.)

LOCKIT - Whence come you, Hussy?

LUCY - My Tears might answer that Question.

LOCKIT - You have then been whimpering and fondling, like a Spaniel, over that Fellow that hath abus'd you.

LUCY - One can't help Love; one can't cure it. 'Tis not in my Power to obey you, and hate him.

LOCKIT - Learn to bear your Husband's Death like a reasonable Woman. 'Tis not the fashion now-a-days, so much as to affect Sorrow upon these Occasions. No Woman would ever marry, if she had not the Chance of Mortality for a Release. Act like a Woman of Spirit, Hussy, and thank your Father for what he is doing.

LOCKIT - Look ye, Lucy--There is no saving him----So, I think, you must ev'n do like other Widows----buy yourself Weeds 79, and be cheerful.

LOCKIT - Like a good Wife, go moan over your dying Husband. That, Child, is your Duty--Consider, Girl, you can't have the Man and the Money too--so make yourself as easy as you can, by getting all you can from him.

Scene 12

(LUCY,MACHEATH.)

LUCY - Though the Ordinary was out of the way to-day, I hope, my Dear, you will upon the first Opportunity, quiet my Scruples----Oh Sir!----my Father's hard heart is not to be soften'd, and I am in the utmost Despair.

MACHEATH - But if I could raise a small Sum----Would not twenty Guineas, think you, move him?----Of all the Arguments in the way of Business, the Perquisite 80 is the most prevailing----Your Father's Perquisites for the Escape of Prisoners must amount to a considerable Sum in the Year. Money well tim'd, and properly apply'd, will do anything.

LUCY - What Love or Money can do shall be done: for all my Comfort depends upon your Safety.

Scene 13

(LUCY, MACHEATH, POLLY.)

POLLY - Where is my dear Husband?----Was a Rope ever intended for this Neck!----O let me throw my Arms about it, and throttle thee with Love!----Why dost thou turn away from me?----'Tis thy Polly----'Tis thy Wife.

MACHEATH - Was there ever such an unfortunate Rascal as I am!

LUCY - Was there ever such another Villain!

POLLY - O Macheath! was it for this we parted? Taken! Imprison'd! Try'd! Hang'd--cruel Reflection! I'll stay with thee 'till Death--no Force shall tear thy dear Wife from thee now.----What means my Love?- ---Not one kind Word! not one kind Look! think what thy Polly suffers to see thee in this Condition.

MACHEATH - I must disown her. [Aside] The wench is distracted.

LUCY - Am I then bilk'd of my Virtue? Can I have no Reparation? Sure Men were born to lie, and Women to believe them! O Villain! Villain!

POLLY - Am I not thy Wife?----Thy Neglect of me, thy Aversion to me too severely proves it.----Look at me.- ---Tell me, am I not thy Wife?

LUCY - Perfidious Wretch!

POLLY - Barbarous Husband!

LUCY - Hadst thou been hang'd five Months ago, I had been happy.

POLLY - And I too----If you had been kind to me 'till Death, it would not have vexed me----And that's no very unreasonable Request, (though from a Wife) to a Man who hath not above seven or eight Days to live.

LUCY - Art thou then married to another? Hast thou two Wives, Monster?

MACHEATH - If Women's Tongues can cease for an answer---- hear me.

LUCY - I won't.--Flesh and Blood can't bear my Usage.

POLLY - Shall I not claim my own? Justice bids me speak.

POLLY - Sure, my Dear, there ought to be some Preference shown to a Wife! At least she may claim the Appearance of it. He must be distracted with his Misfortunes, or he could not use me thus.

LUCY - O Villain, Villain! Thou hast deceiv'd me----I could even inform against thee with Pleasure. Not a Prude wishes more heartily to have Facts against her intimate Acquaintance than I now wish to have Facts against thee. I would have her Satisfaction, and they should all out.

MACHEATH - Be pacified, my dear Lucy----This is all a Fetch c of Polly's to make me desperate with you in case I get off. If I am to be hang'd, she would fain have the Credit of being thought my Widow-- --Really, Polly, this is no time for a Dispute of this sort; for whenever you are talking of Marriage, I am thinking of Hanging.

POLLY - And hast thou the Heart to persist in disowning me?

MACHEATH - And hast thou the Heart to persist in persuading me that I am married? Why, Polly, dost thou seek to aggravate my Misfortunes?

LUCY - Really, Miss Peachum, you but expose yourself. Besides, 'tis barbarous in you to worry a Gentleman in his Circumstances.

POLLY - Decency, Madam, methinks might teach you to behave yourself with some Reserve with the Husband, while his Wife is present.

MACHEATH - But seriously, Polly, this is carrying the Joke a little too far.

LUCY - If you are determin'd, Madam, to raise a Disturbance in the Prison, I shall be oblig'd to send for the Turnkey to shew you the Door. I am sorry, Madam, you force me to be so ill-bred.

POLLY - Give me leave to tell you, Madam: These forward Airs don't become you in the least, Madam. And my Duty, Madam, obliges me to stay with my Husband, Madam.

Scene 14

(LUCY, MACHEATH, POLLY, PEACHUM.)

PEACHUM - Where's my Wench? Ah, Hussy! Hussy!----Come you home, you Slut; and when your Fellow is hang'd, hang yourself, to make your Family some Amends.

POLLY - Dear, dear Father, do not tear me from him----I must speak; I have more to say to him----Oh! twist thy Fetters about me, that he may not haul me from thee!

PEACHUM - Sure all Women are alike! If ever they commit the Folly, they are sure to commit another by exposing themselves----Away- ---Not a Word more----You are my Prisoner now, Hussy.

Scene 1

Scene, Newgate.

(LOCKIT, LUCY.)

LOCKIT - To be sure, Wench, you must have been aiding and abetting him 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?

LOCKIT - Lucy, Lucy, I will have none of these shuffling Answers.

LUCY - Well then----If I know anything of him I wish I may be burnt!

LOCKIT - Keep your Temper, Lucy, or I shall pronounce you guilty.

LUCY - Keep yours, Sir,----I do wish I may be burnt. I do- ---And what can I say more to convince you?

LOCKIT - Did he tip handsomely?----How much did he come down with? Come, Hussy, don't cheat your Father; and I shall not be angry with you- ---Perhaps, you have made a better Bargain with him than I could have done----How much, my good Girl?

LUCY - You know, Sir, I am fond of him, and would have given him money to have kept him with me.

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 besieg'd.

LUCY - Dear Sir, mention not my Education--for 'twas to that I owe my Ruin.

LUCY - 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, Hussy----Have you?

LUCY - When a Woman loves; A kind Look, a tender Word can persuade her to anything----and I could ask no other Bribe.

LOCKIT - Thou wilt always be a vulgar Slut, Lucy.--If you would not be look'd upon as a Fool, you should never do anything but upon the foot of Interest. Those that act otherwise are their own Bubbles. 81_2

LUCY - But Love, Sir, is a Misfortune that may happen to the most discreet Woman, and in Love we are all Fools alike----Notwithstanding all that he swore, I am now fully convinc'd 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.

LOCKIT - And so I am to be ruin'd, because, forsooth, you must be in Love! ----A very pretty Excuse!

LUCY - I could murder that impudent happy Strumpet:--I gave him his Life, and that Creature enjoys the Sweets of it.----Ungrateful Macheath!

LOCKIT - And so, after all this Mischief, I must stay here to be entertain'd 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.

Scene 2

(LOCKIT.)

LOCKIT - Peachum then intends to outwit me in this Affair; but I'll be even with him.----The Dog is leaky in his Liquor, so I'll ply him that way, get the Secret from him, and turn this Affair to my own Advantage.- ---Lions, Wolves and Vultures don't live together in Herds, Droves, or Flocks. 83-- --Of all Animals of Prey, Man is the only sociable one. Every one of us preys upon the other, 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 me----And shall I not make use of the Privilege of Friendship to make him a Return.

LOCKIT - Now, Peachum, you and I, like honest Tradesmen are to have a fair Trial which of us can overreach the other.----Lucy.--- -[Enter Lucy.] Are there any of Peachum's People now in the House?

LUCY - Filch, Sir, is drinking a Quartern 85 of Strong-Waters in the next Room with Black Moll.

LOCKIT - Bid him come to me.

Scene 3

(LOCKIT, FILCH.)

LOCKIT - Why, Boy, thou lookest as if thou wert half starv'd, like a shotten Herring 86.

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 pick'd up a little Money by helping the Ladies to a Pregnancy 87 against their being call'd down to Sentence.----But if a Man cannot get an honest Livelihood any easier way, I am sure, 'tis what I can't undertake for another Session.

LOCKIT - Truly, if that great Man 88 should tip off, 'twould be an irreparable Loss. The vigor and Prowess of a Knight-Errant never sav'd half the Ladies in Distress that he hath done.----But, Boy, canst thou tell me where thy Master is to be found?

FILCH - At his Lock, Sir, at the Crooked Billet.

LOCKIT - Very well.--I have nothing more with you. [Exit Filch.] I'll go to him there, for I have many important Affairs to settle with him; and in the way of these Transactions, I'll artfully get into his Secret--- -So that Macheath shall not remain a Day longer out of my Clutches.

Scene 4, A Gaming-House.

(MACHEATH in a fine tarnish'd 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.

MACHEATH - 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 involv'd in such Difficulties, as oblige him to live with such ill Company, and herd with Gamesters.

MATT - See the Partiality of Mankind!----One man may steal a Horse, better than another may look over a Hedge.----Of all Mechanics, of all servile handi-crafts-men, a Gamester is the vilest. But yet, as many of the Quality are of the Profession, he is admitted among the politest Company. I wonder we are not more respected.

MACHEATH - There will be deep Play to-night at Mary-bone, and consequently Money may be pick'd up upon the Road. Meet me there, and I'll give you the Hint who is worth Setting 89.

MATT - The Fellow with a brown Coat with a narrow Gold Binding, I am told, is never without Money.

MACHEATH - What do you mean, Matt?----Sure you will not think of meddling with him!----He's a good honest kind of a Fellow, and one of us.

BEN - To be sure, Sir, we will put ourselves under your Direction.

MACHEATH - Have an Eye upon the Money-Lenders.----A Rouleau 90, or two, would prove a pretty sort of an Expedition. I hate Extortion.

MATT - Those Rouleaus are very pretty things.----I hate your Bank Bills.----There is such a Hazard in putting them off.

MACHEATH - There is a certain Man of Distinction, who in his Time hath nick'd me out of a great deal of the Ready. He is in my Cash, Ben;-- --I'll 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. You'll meet me at Mary-bone.

Scene 5, Peachum's Lock.

([PEACHUM, LOCKIT, and] A Table with Wine, Brandy, Pipes, and Tobacco.)

LOCKIT - The Coronation Account 91, 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.

LOCKIT - A Lady's Tail 92 of rich Brocade----that, I see, is dispos'd of.

PEACHUM - To Mrs. Diana Trapes, the Tally-Woman, and she will make a good Hand on't in Shoes and Slippers, to trick out young Ladies, upon their going into Keeping----

LOCKIT - But I don't see any Article of the Jewels.

PEACHUM - Those are so well known that they must be sent abroad--- -You'll find them enter'd upon the Article of Exportation.-- --As for the Snuff-Boxes, Watches, Swords, &c.--- -I thought it best to enter them under their several Heads.

LOCKIT - Seven and twenty Women's Pockets complete; with the several things therein contain'd; all Seal'd, Number'd, and Enter'd.

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 Year's Plate is in a Book by itself, which lies at the other Office.

LOCKIT - Bring us then more Liquor.----To-day shall be for Pleasure----To-morrow for Business--Ah, Brother, those Daughters of ours are two slippery Hussies----Keep a watchful eye upon Polly, and Macheath in a day or two shall be our own again.

PEACHUM - But what signifies catching the Bird, if your Daughter Lucy will set open the Door of the Cage?

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 Days.----This is unkind of you, Brother; for among good Friends, what they say or do goes for nothing.

[Enter a Servant.]

SERVANT - Sir, here's Mrs. Diana Trapes wants to speak with you.

PEACHUM - Shall we admit her, Brother Lockit?

LOCKIT - By all means,----She's a good Customer, and a fine-spoken Woman----And a Woman who drinks and talks so freely, will enliven the Conversation.

PEACHUM - Desire her to walk in.

[Exit Servant.]

Scene 6

(PEACHUM, LOCKIT, MRS. TRAPES.)

PEACHUM - Dear Mrs. Dye 94, your Servant----One may know by your Kiss, that your Ginn is excellent.

TRAPES - I was always very curious in my Liquors.

LOCKIT - There is no perfum'd Breath like it.--I have been long acquainted with the Flavour of those Lips--Han't I, Mrs. Dye.

TRAPES - Fill it up----I take as large Draughts of Liquor, as I did of Love.----I hate a Flincher in either.

TRAPES - But now, Mr. Peachum, to our Business.----If you have Blacks of any kind, brought in of late; Mantoes 95--Velvet Scarfs----Petticoats--- -Let it be what it will----I am your Chap-- --for all my Ladies are very fond of Mourning.

PEACHUM - Why, look ye, Mrs. Dye----you deal so hard with us, that we can afford to give the Gentlemen, who venture their Lives for the Goods, little or nothing.

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 96, was a severe Cut upon our Business- ---'Till then, if a Customer stept out of the way-- --we knew where to have her----No doubt you know Mrs. Coaxer----there's 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 97, 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.

PEACHUM - Madam, you have had a handsome Gold Watch of us t'other Day for seven Guineas.----Considering we must have our Profit- ---To a Gentleman upon the Road, a Gold Watch will be scarce worth the taking.

TRAPES - Consider, Mr. Peachum, that Watch was remarkable, and not of very safe Sale.----If you have any black Velvet Scarfs-- --they 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 98 to two Guineas; and yet those Hussies make nothing of their bilking of me.----Then too, allowing for Accidents 99.- ---I have eleven fine Customers now down under the Surgeon's Hands----What with Fees and other Expenses, there are great Goings-out and no Comings in, and not a Farthing 100 to pay for at least a Month's Clothing.----We run great Risques--great Risques indeed.

PEACHUM - As I remember, you said something just now of Mrs. Coaxer.

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 call'd him up Stairs, as he was going to Mary-bone in a Hackney Coach 101----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.

LOCKIT - What Captain?

TRAPES - He thought I did not know him----an intimate Acquaintance of yours, Mr. Peachum----Only Captain Macheath- ---as fine as a Lord.

PEACHUM - To-morrow, Mrs. Dye, you shall set your own Price upon any of the Goods you like----We have at least half a Dozen Velvet Scarfs, and all at your Service. Will you give me leave to make you a Present of the Suit of Night-clothes for your own wearing?----But are you sure it is Captain Macheath.

TRAPES - Though he thinks I have forgotten him; no body knows him better. I have taken a great deal of the Captain's Money in my Time at second-hand, for he always lov'd to have his ladies well drest.

PEACHUM - Mr. Lockit and I have a little Business with the Captain;-- --You understand me----and we will satisfy you for Mrs. Coaxer's Debt.

LOCKIT - Depend upon it----We will deal like Men of Honour.

TRAPES - I don't enquire after your Affairs-- --so whatever happens, I wash my hands on't---- It hath always been my Maxim, that one Friend should assist another-- --But if you please----I'll take one of the Scarfs home with me. 'Tis always good to have something in Hand.

Scene 7

(LUCY.)

LUCY - Jealousy, Rage, Love and Fear are at once tearing me to pieces, How am I weather-beaten and shatter'd with Distresses!

LUCY - I have the Rats-bane 103 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 call'd in question.----But say, I were to be hang'd.--- -I never could be hang'd for any thing that would give me greater Comfort, than the poisoning that Slut.

[Enter FILCH.]

FILCH - Madam, here's Miss Polly come to wait upon you.

LUCY - Show her in.

Scene 8

(LUCY, POLLY.)

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 104, that I was perfectly out of myself. And really when one hath the Spleen, everything is to be excus'd by a Friend.

LUCY - ----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.

LUCY - But, Miss Polly----in the way of Friendship, will you give me leave to propose a Glass of cordial to you?

POLLY - Strong-Waters are apt to give me the Head-Ache----I hope, Madam, you will excuse me.

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.

POLLY - I am sorry, Madam, my Health will not allow me to accept of your Offer----I should not have left you in the rude manner I did when we met last, Madam, had not my Papa haul'd me away so unexpectedly- ---I was indeed somewhat provok'd, and perhaps might use some Expressions that were disrespectful.----But really, Madam, the Captain treated me with so much Contempt and Cruelty, that I deserv'd your Pity, rather than your Resentment.

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.

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 well----so that I must expect to be neglected and avoided.

LUCY - Then our Cases, my dear Polly, are exactly alike. Both of us indeed have been too fond.

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.

POLLY - But really, Mistress Lucy, by his last Behaviour, I think I ought to envy you.----When I was forc'd from him, he did not shew the least Tenderness.----But perhaps, he hath a Heart not capable of it.

POLLY - 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 low----Let me prevail upon you to accept of my Offer.

LUCY - I can't bear, Child, to see you in such low Spirits.----And I must persuade you to what I know will do you good. [Aside.]----I shall now soon be even with the hypocritical Strumpet.

Scene 9

(POLLY.)

POLLY - 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,- ---I'll be upon my Guard, and won't taste a Drop of her Liquor, I'm resolv'd.

Scene 10

(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.

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 Reluctance- ---unless 'tis in private.

POLLY - I protest, Madam, it goes against me.----What do I see! Macheath again in Custody!----Now every Glimm'ring of Happiness is lost. [Drops the Glass of Liquor on the Ground.]

LUCY - SInce things are thus, I'm glad the Wench hath escap'd; for by this Event, 'tis plain, she was not happy enough to deserve to be poison'd. [Aside.]

Scene 11

(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 order'd to be call'd down upon your Trial immediately.

PEACHUM - Away, Hussies!----This is not a Time for a Man to be hamper'd with his Wives.----You see, the Gentleman is in Chains already.

LUCY - O Husband, Husband, my Heart long'd to see thee; but to see thee thus distracts me.

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.

MACHEATH - What would you have me say, Ladies?----You see this Affair will soon be at an end, without my disobliging either of you.

PEACHUM - But the settling this Point, Captain, might prevent a Law-Suit between your two Widows.

POLLY - But if his own Misfortunes have made him insensible to mine-- --A Father sure will be more compassionate---- Dear, dear Sir, sink the material Evidence, and bring him off at his Trial- ---Polly, upon her Knees begs it of you.

LUCY - If Peachum's Heart is harden'd; 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.]

LOCKIT - Macheath's Time is come, Lucy----We know our own Affairs, therefore let us have no more Whimpering or Whining.

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. There's comfort for you, you Slut.

LOCKIT - We are ready, Sir, to conduct you to the Old Baily.

MACHEATH - Now, Gentlemen, I am ready to attend you.

Scene 12

(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 happen'd- ---You'll 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.

POLLY - Sure there is nothing so charming as Musick! I'm 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.

Scene 13. The Condemn'd Hold

(MACHEATH, in a melancholy Posture.)

JAILOR - Some Friends of yours, Captain, desire to be admitted--- -I leave you together.

Scene 14

(MACHEATH, BEN BUDGE, MATT OF THE MINT.)

MACHEATH - For my having broke Prison, you see, Gentlemen, I am order'd immediate Execution.----The Sheriff's Officers, I believe, are now at the Door.----That Jemmy Twitcher should peach me, I own surpris'd 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.

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.

MATT - We'll do it.

JAILOR - Miss Polly and Miss Lucy intreat a Word with you.

MACHEATH - Gentlemen, adieu.

Scene 15

(LUCY, MACHEATH, POLLY.)

MACHEATH - My dear Lucy----My dear Polly. Whatsoever hath pass'd between us is now at an end----if you are fond of marrying again, the best Advice I can give you is to Ship yourselves to the West-Indies, where you'll 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!

LUCY - There is nothing moves one so much as a great Man in Distress.

JAILOR - Four Women more, Captain, with a Child apiece! See, here they come. [Enter Women and Children.]

MACHEATH - What----four Wives more!----This is too much----Here----tell the Sheriff's Officers I am ready. [Exit Macheath guarded.]

Scene 16

(To them, Enter PLAYER and BEGGAR.)

PLAYER - But, honest Friend, I hope you don't intend that Macheath shall be really executed.

BEGGAR - Most certainly, Sir.----To make the Piece perfect, I was for doing strict poetical Justice----Macheath is to be hang'd; and for the other Personages of the Drama, the Audience must have suppos'd they were all hang'd or transported.

PLAYER - Why then Friend, this is a downright deep Tragedy. The Catastrophe is manifestly wrong, for an Opera must end happily.

BEGGAR - Your Objection, Sir, is very just, and is easily remov'd. For you must allow, that in this kind of Drama, 'tis no matter how absurdly things are brought about----So----you Rabble there----run and cry, A Reprieve! 107 ----let the Prisoner be brought back to his Wives in Triumph.

PLAYER - All this we must do, to comply with the Taste of the Town.

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 remain'd, 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 punish'd for them.

Scene 17

(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 an sure she who thinks herself my Wife will testify her Joy by a Dance.

ALL Come, a Dance----a Dance.

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 marry'd.----As for the rest.--- -But at present keep your own Secret.

A DANCE.

FINIS.