LOCK. What gudgeons are we men!
Ev'ry woman's easy prey,
Though we have felt the hook, again 35 We bite and they betray.
The bird that hath been trapped,
When he hears his calling mate,
To her he flies, again he's clapped
Within the wiry grate. 40
PEACH. But what signifies catching the bird, if your daughter Lucy will set open the door of the cage?
LOCK. If men were answerable for the follies and frailties of their wives and daughters, no friends 45 could keep a good correspondence1 together for two days. This is unkind of you, brother; for among good friends, what they say or do goes for nothing.
Enter a Servant.
SERV. Sir, here's Mrs. Diana Trapes wants to speak with you. 50
PEACH. Shall we admit her, brother Lockit?
LOCK. By all means -- she's a good customer, and a fine-spoken woman -- and a woman who drinks and talks so freely will enliven the conversation.
PEACH. Desire her to walk in. Exit Servant.55
PEACHUM, LOCKIT, MRS. TRAPES.
PEACH. Dear Mrs. Dye, your servant! -- one may know by your kiss that your gin is excellent.
TRAPES. I was always very curious2 in my liquors.
LOCK. There is no perfumed breath like it. I have been long acquainted with the flavor of those 5 lips -- han't I, Mrs. Dye?
TRAPES. Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.
In the days of my youth I could bill like a dove,
fa, la, la, etc. Like a sparrow at all times was ready for love,
fa, la, la, etc. 10 The life of all mortals in kissing should pass Lip to lip while we're young -- then the lip to the glass, fa, la, etc.
But now, Mr. Peachum, to our business. If you have blacks of any kind, brought in of late: manteaus -- velvet scarfs -- petticoats -- let it be what it 15 will -- I am your chap -- for all my ladies are very fond of mourning.
PEACH. Why, look ye, Mrs. Dye -- you deal so hard with us, that we can afford to give the gentlemen, who venture their lives for the goods, little 20 or nothing.
TRAPES. The hard times oblige me to go very near in my dealing.3 To be sure, of late years I have been a great sufferer by the parliament. Three thousand pounds would hardly make me amends. The act 25 for destroying the Mint4 was a severe cut upon our business -- 'till then, if a customer stepped out of the way -- we knew where to have her. No doubt you know Mrs. Coaxer -- there's a wench now (till today) with a good suit of clothes of mine upon her 30 back, and I could never set eyes upon her for three____________________