Air XXVIII.'Twas when the Sea was roaring, &c.
How cruel are the Traitors,
Who lye and swear in jest,
To cheat unguarded Creatures,
Of Virtue, Fame, and Rest!
Whoever steals a Shilling,
Through shame the Guilt conceals:
In Love the perjur'd Villain
With boasts the Theft reveals.
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.
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