will believe us; for they look upon a promise as an excuse for following their own inclinations. -- But here comes Lucy, and I cannot get from her. 20 Would I were deaf!
LUCY. You base man, you, how can you look me in the face after what hath passed between us? See here, perfidious wretch, how I am forced to bear about the load of infamy you have laid upon me -- O Macheath! thou hast robbed me of my quiet -- 5 to see thee tortured would give me pleasure.
Thus when a good huswife sees a rat
In her trap in the morning taken,
With pleasure her heart goes pit-a-pat
In revenge for her loss of bacon. 10 Then she throws him To the dog or cat,
To be worried, crushed and shaken.
Mach. Have you no bowels, no tenderness, my dear Lucy, to see a husband in these circum 15 stances?
LUCY. A husband!
Mach. In every respect but the form, and that, my dear, may be said over us at any time. Friends should not insist upon ceremonies. From a 20 man of honor, his word is as good as his bond.
LUCY. 'Tis the pleasure of all you fine men to insult the women you have ruined.
How cruel are the traitors,
Who lie and swear in jest, 25 To cheat unguarded creatures Of virtue, fame, and rest!
Whoever steals a shilling
Through shame the guilt conceals;
In love the perjured villain 30 With boasts the theft reveals.
Mach. 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 35 think I know nothing of the affair of Miss Polly Peachum. -- I could tear thy eyes out!
Mach. Sure, Lucy, you can't be such a fool as to be jealous of Polly!
LUCY. Are you not married to her, you brute, 40 you?
Mach. Married! Very good! The wench gives out only to vex thee, and to ruin me in thy good pinion. 'Tis true I go to the house; I chat with he girl, I kiss her, I say a thousand things to 45 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 -- 50 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 promised me.
Mach. A jealous woman believes everything 55 her passion suggests. To convince you of my sincerity, if we can find the ordinary, I shall have no scruples of making you my wife; and I know the consequence of having two at a time.
LUCY. That you are only to be hanged, and 60 so get rid of them both.
Mach. I am ready, my dear Lucy, to give you satisfaction -- if you think there is any in marriage. What can a man of honor say more?
LUCY. So then it seems, you are not married 65 to Miss Polly.
Mach. You know, Lucy, the girl is prodigiously conceited. No man can say a civil thing to her, but like other fine ladies) her vanity makes her think he's her own for ever and ever. 70