Life never knows the Return of Spring.
Chorus. Let us drink, &c.
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.
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 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.
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