POLLY. ----- My distresses are doubled.
LUCY. When you come to the tree, should the These fingers, with pleasure, could fasten the noose.
POLLY. I'm bubbled, etc.
Mach. Be pacified, my dear Lucy -- this is all a
fetch of Polly's to make me desperate with you in
have the credit of being thought my widow. -- Really,
Polly, this is no time for a dispute of this sort; for
whenever you are talking of marriage, I am thinking
|case I get off. If I am hanged, she would fain ||70|
|POLLY. And hast thou the heart to persist in ||75|
Mach. And hast thou the heart to persist in persuading me that I am married? Why, Polly, dost
thou seek to aggravate my misfortunes?
pose yourself. Besides, 'tis barbarous in you to
worry a gentleman in his circumstances.
|LUCY. Really, Miss Peachum, you but ex ||80|
POLLY. Cease your funning,
Force or cunning
All these sallies
Are but malice
To seduce my constant man.
'Tis most certain, Women oft have envy shown;
Pleased, to ruin
Never happy in their own!
|Never shall my heart trapan.||85|
teach you to behave yourself with some reserve with
the husband, while his wife is present.
|POLLY. Decency, madam, methinks, might ||95|
Mach. But, seriously, Polly, this is carrying the
joke a little too far.
raise a disturbance in the prison, I shall be obliged to
send for the turnkey to show you the door. I am
sorry, madam, you force me to be so ill-bred.
|LUCY. If you are determined, madam, to ||100|
POLLY. Give me leave to tell you, madam, these
madam. And my duty, madam, obliges me to stay
with my husband, madam.
|forward airs don't become you in the least, ||105| AIR XXXVIII. Good-morrow, gossip Joan.
LUCY. Why, how now, Madam Flirt?
If you thus must chatter;
Let's try who best can spatter!
|And are for flinging dirt, ||110|
POLLY. Why, how now, saucy jade;
Sure, the wench is tipsy!
The scoff of such a gipsy?
|(To him.) How can you see me made ||115|
(To her.) Saucy jade!
LUCY, Macheath, POLLY, PEACHUM.
Peach. Where's my wench? -- Ah, hussy! hussy!
Come you home, you slut; and when your fellow is
hanged, hang yourself, to make your family some
him -- I must speak; I have more to say to him. --
Oh! twist thy fetters about me, that he may not haul
me from thee!
|POLLY. Dear, dear father, do not tear me from ||5|
Peach. Sure all women are alike! If ever they
other by exposing themselves. -- Away -- not a
word more -- you are my prisoner now, hussy.____________________
|commit the folly, they are sure to commit an ||10|
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Book title: British Dramatists from Dryden to Sheridan.
Contributors: George Henry Nettleton - Editor, Arthur Eillicot Case - Editor.
Publisher: Boston ; Houghton Mifflin company,..
Place of publication: Boston; New York.
Publication year: 1939.
Page number: 556.
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