AIR XXIII. All in a misty morning.
Before the barn-door crowing,
His eyes around him throwing, Stands for a while suspended.
The cock by hens attended, 95
Then one he singles from the crew,
And cheers the happy hen;
And how do you do again.
With how do you do, and how do you do, 100
MACH. Ah Jenny! thou art a dear slut.
TRULL. Pray, madam, were you ever in keeping?
TAWD. I hope, madam, I han't been so long upon
|the town, but I have met with some good for||105|
TRULL. Pardon me, madam, I meant no harm by the question; 'twas only in the way of conversation.
TAWD. Indeed, madam, if I had not been a fool, I
|might have lived very handsomely with my last||110|
SLAM. Who do you look upon, madam, as your best sort of keepers?
|TRULL. That, madam, is thereafter as they||115|
SLAM. I, madam, was once kept by a Jew; and bating their religion, to women they are a good sort of people.
|TAWD. Now for my part, I own I like an old||120|
VIX. A spruce prentice, let me tell you, ladies, is no ill thing: they bleed freely. I have sent at least
|two or three dozen of them in my time to the||125|
JENNY. But to be sure, sir, with so much good fortune as you have had upon the road, you must be grown immensely rich.
|MACH. The road, indeed, hath done me jus||130|
AIR XXIV. When once I lay with another man's wife.
JENNY. The gamesters and lawyers are jugglers alike,
If they meddle, your all is in danger:
Like gypsies, if once they can finger a souse,1
Your pockets they pick, and they pilfer your
And give your estate to a stranger.
A man of courage should never put anything to the risk but his life. (She takes up his pistol.) These are the tools of a man of honor. Cards and dice are only
|fit for cowardly cheats, who prey upon their||140|
TAWD. This, sir, is fitter for your hand. Besides your loss of money, 'tis a loss to the ladies. Gaming takes you off from women. How fond could I be of
|you! but before company, 'tis ill-bred.||145|
MACH. Wanton hussies!
JENNY. I must and will have a kiss to give my wine a zest.
(They take him about the neck, and make signs to PEACHUM and Constables, who rush in upon him.)
To them, PEACHUM and Constables.
PEACH. I seize you, sir, as my prisoner.
MACH. Was this well done, Jenny? -- Women are decoy ducks; who can trust them! Beasts, jades, jilts, harpies, furies, whores!
|PEACH. Your case, Mr. Macheath, is not par||5|
|if they have a mind to make you a visit, they will||10|
100-101] Q (in engraved music) d' you don and how d' you do and how d' you do. 13138] O1 om. A man . . . life.____________________