The Beggar's Opera - LightNovelsOnl.com
You're reading novel online at LightNovelsOnl.com. Please use the follow button to get notifications about your favorite novels and its latest chapters so you can come back anytime and won't miss anything.
AIR LIX. _Britons_ strike home.
[Music]
Since I must swing,-- I scorn, I scorn to wince or whine.
[Rises.
AIR LX. Chevy Chase.
[Music]
But now again my Spirits sink; I'll raise them high with Wine. [Drinks a Gla.s.s of Wine.
AIR LXI. To old Sir _Simon_ the King.
[Music]
But Valour the stronger grows, The stronger Liquor we'er drinking; And how can we feel our Woes, When we've lost the Trouble of Thinking? [Drinks.
AIR LXII. Joy to Great _Caesar_.
[Music]
If thus-- A Man can die Much bolder with Brandy. [Pours out a b.u.mper of Brandy.
AIR LXIII. There was an old Woman.
[Music]
So I drink off this b.u.mper. --And now I can stand the Test, And my Comrades shall see, that I die as brave as the Best.
[Drinks.
AIR LXIV. Did you ever hear of a gallant Sailor.
[Music]
But can I leave my pretty Hussies, Without one Tear, or tender Sigh?
AIR LXV. Why are mine Eyes still flowing.
[Music]
Their Eyes, their Lips, their Busses Recall my Love,-- Ah must I die!
AIR LXVI. Green Sleeves.
[Music]
Since Laws were made for ev'ry Degree, To curb Vice in others, as well as me, I wonder we han't better Company, Upon _Tyburn_ Tree!
But Gold from Law can take out the Sting; And if rich Men like us were to swing, 'Twou'd thin the Land, such Numbers to string Upon _Tyburn_ Tree!
_Jailor._ Some Friends of yours, Captain, desire to be admitted-- I leave you together.
Enter _Ben Budge_, _Matt of the Mint_.
_Macheath._ For my having broke Prison, you see, Gentlemen, I am order'd immediate Execution. --The Sheriff's Officers, I believe, are now at the Door. --That _Jemmy Twitcher_ should peach me, I own surpris'd me!
--'Tis a plain Proof that the World is all alike, and that even our Gang can no more trust one another than other People. Therefore, I beg you, Gentlemen, look well to yourselves, for in all probability you may live some Months longer.
_Matt._ We are heartily sorry, Captain, for your Misfortune. --But 'tis what we must all come to.
_Macheath._ _Peachum_ and _Lockit_, you know, are infamous Scoundrels.
Their Lives are as much in your Power, as yours are in theirs.
--Remember your dying Friend! --'Tis my last Request. --Bring those Villains to the Gallows before you, and I am satisfied.
_Matt._ We'll do't.
_Jailor._ Miss _Polly_ and Miss _Lucy_ intreat a Word with you.
_Macheath._ Gentlemen, adieu.
[Exeunt _Ben Budge_ and _Matt_.
Enter _Lucy_ and _Polly_.
_Macheath._ My dear _Lucy_-- My dear _Polly_-- Whatsoever hath pa.s.s'd between us is now at an end-- If you are fond of marrying again, the best Advice I can give you, is to s.h.i.+p yourselves off for the _West-Indies_, where you'll have a fair Chance of getting a Husband a-piece, or by good Luck, two or three, as you like best.
_Polly._ How can I support this Sight!
_Lucy._ There is nothing moves one so much as a great Man in Distress.
AIR LXVII. All you that must take a Leap, &c.
[Music]
_Lucy._ Would I might be hang'd!
_Polly._ --And I would so too!
_Lucy._ To be hang'd with you.
