POLLY. ----- My distresses are doubled.
LUCY. When you come to the tree, should the hangman refuse, 65 These fingers, with pleasure, could fasten the noose.
POLLY. I'm bubbled, etc.
Mach. Be pacified, my dear Lucy -- this is all a fetch1 of Polly's to make me desperate with you in case I get off. If I am hanged, she would fain 70 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 of hanging.
POLLY. And hast thou the heart to persist in 75 disowning me?
Mach. And hast thou the heart to persist in persuading me that I am married? Why, Polly, dost thou seek to aggravate my misfortunes?
LUCY. Really, Miss Peachum, you but ex 80 pose yourself. Besides, 'tis barbarous in you to worry a gentleman in his circumstances.
POLLY. Cease your funning,
Force or cunning
Never shall my heart trapan.285 All these sallies Are but malice
To seduce my constant man.
'Tis most certain,
By their flirting, 90 Women oft have envy shown; Pleased, to ruin
Never happy in their own!
POLLY. Decency, madam, methinks, might 95 teach you to behave yourself with some reserve with the husband, while his wife is present.
Mach. But, seriously, Polly, this is carrying the joke a little too far.
LUCY. If you are determined, madam, to 100 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.
POLLY. Give me leave to tell you, madam, these forward airs don't become you in the least, 105 madam. And my duty, madam, obliges me to stay with my husband, madam.
LUCY. Why, how now, Madam Flirt?
If you thus must chatter;
And are for flinging dirt, 110 Let's try who best can spatter! Madam Flirt!
POLLY. Why, how now, saucy jade;
Sure, the wench is tipsy!
(To him.) How can you see me made 115 The scoff of such a gipsy?
(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 amends.
POLLY. Dear, dear father, do not tear me from 5 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!
Peach. Sure all women are alike! If ever they commit the folly, they are sure to commit an 10 other by exposing themselves. -- Away -- not a word more -- you are my prisoner now, hussy.____________________