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 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.
Air XXXI.--Of a noble Race was Shenkin.
LUCY.
Is then his fate decreed, Sir?
Such a Man can I think of quitting?
When first we met, so moves me yet,
See how my heart is splitting!
LOCKIT. Look ye, Lucy--There is no saving him----So, I think, you must
ev'n do like other Widows----buy yourself Weeds, and be cheerful.
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