perform? Do all we can, Women 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.--Wou'd I were deaf!

[Enter Lucy.]

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 forc'd
to bear about the Load of Infamy you have laid upon me--O Macheath!
thou hast robb'd me of my Quiet--to see thee tortur'd would give me
Pleasure.

AIR XXVI. A lovely Lass to a Friar came, &c.

Thus when a good Housewife 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.
Then she throws him
To the Dog or Cat,
To be worried, crush'd and shaken.

MACHEATH. Have you no Bowels, no Tenderness, my dear Lucy, to see a
Husband in these Circumstances?

LUCY. A Husband!

MACHEATH. In ev'ry Respect but the Form, and that, my Dear, may be
said over us at any time.--Friends should not insist upon Ceremonies.
From a Man of Honour, his Word is as good as his Bond.