----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.
AIR XXVI.--Courtiers, Courtiers, think it no Harm, &c.
Man may escape from Rope and Gun;
Nay, some have outliv'd the Doctor's Pill;
Who takes a Woman must be undone,
That Basilisk is sure to kill.
The Fly that sips the Treacle is lost in the Sweets,
So he that tastes Woman, Woman, Woman,
He that tastes Woman, ruin meets.
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.
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