Or would you the frowns of a lady prevent,
She too has this palpable failing,
The perquisite softens her into consent;
That reason with all is prevailing. 20 LUCY. What love or money can do shall be done: for all my comfort depends upon your safety.
LUCY, Macheath, POLLY.
POLLY. Where is my dear husband? -- Was a rope ever intended for this neck! Oh, let me throw my arms about it, and throttle thee with love! -- Why dost thou turn away from me? -- 'Tis thy Polly -- 'tis thy wife. 5
Mach. Was ever such an unfortunate rascal as I am!
LUCY. Was there ever such another villain!
POLLY. O Macheath! was it for this we parted? Taken! imprisoned! tried! hanged! -- cruel re 10 flection! I'll stay with thee till death -- no force shall tear thy dear wife from thee now. -- What means my love? -- not one kind word! not one kind look! think what thy Polly suffers to see thee in this condition. 15
Thus when the swallow, seeking prey, Within the sash is closely pent, His consort, with bemoaning lay, Without sits pining for th' event. Her chatt'ring lovers all around her skim; 20 She heeds them not (poor bird!) -- her soul's with him.
Mach. (aside). I must disown her. [To LUCY.] The wench is distracted.
LUCY. Am I then bilked of my virtue? Can I have no reparation? Sure, men were born to lie, 25 and women to believe them. O villain! villain!
POLLY. Am I not thy wife? Thy neglect of me, thy aversion to me, too severely proves it. Look on me. Tell me, am I not thy wife?
LUCY. Perfidious wretch! 30
POLLY. Barbarous husband!
LUCY. Hadst thou been hanged five months ago, I had been happy.
POLLY. And I too. If you had been kind to me till death, it would not have vexed me -- and 35 that's no very unreasonable request (though from a wife), to a man who hath not above seven or eight days to live.
LUCY. Art thou then married to another? Hast thou two wives, monster? 40
Mach. If women's tongues can cease for an answer -- hear me.
LUCY. I won't. Flesh and blood can't bear my usage.
POLLY. Shall I not claim my own? Justice 45 bids me speak.
Mach. How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away! But while you thus tease me together, To neither a word will I say: 50 But tol de rol, etc.
POLLY. Sure, my dear, there ought to be some preference shown to a wife! At least she may claim the appearance of it. He must be distracted with his misfortunes, or he could not use me thus! 55
LUCY. O villain, villain! thou hast deceived me -- I could even inform against thee with pleasure. Not a prude wishes more heartily to have facts against her intimate acquaintance, than I now wish to have facts against thee. I would have her satisfac 60 tion, and they should all out.
POLLY. I'm bubbled.1
LUCY. ----- I'm bubbled.
POLLY. Oh, how I am troubled!
LUCY. Bamboozled, and bit!____________________