Among the men, coquets we find,
Who court by turns all womankind;
And we grant all their hearts desired,
When they are flattered and admired.
The coquets of both sexes are self-lovers, and 65 that is a love no other whatever can dispossess. I fear, my dear Lucy, our husband is one of those.
LUCY. Away with these melancholy reflections; indeed, my dear Polly, we are both of us a cup too low. Let me prevail upon you to accept of my 70 offer.
Come, sweet lass,
Let's banish sorrow
Come, sweet lass, 75 Let's take a chirping1 glass.
Wine can clear
The vapors of despair;
And make us light as air;
Then drink, and banish care. 80
I can't bear, child, to see you in such low spirits. And I must persuade you to what I know will do you good. (Aside.) I shall now soon be even with the hypocritical strumpet.
POLLY. All this wheedling of Lucy cannot be for nothing. At this time, too, when I know she hates me! The dissembling of a woman is always the forerunner of mischief. By pouring strong waters down my throat, she thinks to pump some 5 secrets out of me. I'll be upon my guard, and won't taste a drop of her liquor, I'm resolved.
LUCY, with strong waters. POLLY. LUCY. Come, Miss Polly.
POLLY. Indeed, child, you have given yourself trouble to no purpose. You must, my dear, excuse me.
LUCY. Really, Miss Polly, you are so squeam 5 ishly affected about taking a cup of strong waters as a lady before company. I vow, Polly, I shall take it monstrously ill if you refuse me. Brandy and men (though women love them never so well) are always taken by us with some reluctance -- unless 'tis 10 in private.
POLLY. I protest, madam, it goes against me. -- What do I see! Macheath again in custody! Now every glimmering of happiness is lost.
(Drops the glass of liquor mi the ground.)
LUCY [aside]. Since things are thus, I'm glad 15 the wench hath escaped: for by this event 'tis plain she was not happy enough to deserve to be poisoned.
LOCKIT, MACHEATH, PEACHUM, LUCY, POLLY.
LOCK. Set your heart to rest, captain. You have neither the chance of love or money for another escape, for you are ordered to be called down upon your trial immediately.
PEACH. Away, hussies! This is not a time for 5 a man to be hampered with his wives. You see, the gentleman is in chains already.
LUCY. O husband, husband, my heart longed to see thee; but to see thee thus distracts me!
POLLY. Will not my dear husband look upon 10 his Polly? Why hadst thou not flown to me for protection? with me thou hadst been safe.
POLLY. Hither, dear husband, turn your eyes.
LUCY. Bestow one glance to cheer me.
POLLY. Think, with that look, thy Polly dies. 15
LUCY. Oh, shun me not -- but hear me.
SCENE. X. 15] 01 (aside); O2Q om.____________________