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.
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!
Air XLII.--South-Sea Ballad.
My Love is all Madness and Folly,
Alone I lie,
Toss, tumble, and cry,
What a happy creature is Polly!
Was e'er such a Wretch as I!
With rage I redden like Scarlet,
That my dear inconstant Varlet,
Stark blind to my Charms,
Is lost in the Arms
Of that Jilt, that inveigling Harlot!
Stark blind to my Charms,
Is lost in the Arms
Of that Jilt, that inveigling Harlot!
This, this my Resentment alarms.
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