_Macheath_. Now, pray Ladies, take your Places. Here Fellow. [_Pays the Harper_.] Bid the Drawer bring us more Wine. [_Exit Harper_.] If any of the Ladies choose Ginn, I hope they will be so free to call for it. _Jenny_. You look as if you meant me. Wine is strong enough for me. Indeed, Sir, I never drink Strong-Waters, but when I have the Cholic. _Macheath_. Just the Excuse of the fine Ladies! Why, a Lady of Quality is never without the Cholic. I hope, Mrs. _Coaxer_, you have had good Success of late in your Visits among the Mercers. _Mrs. Coaxer_. We have so many Interlopers—Yet with Industry, one may still have a little Picking. I carried a silver-flowered Lutestring, and a Piece of black Padesoy to Mr. _Peachum’s_ Lock but last Week. _Mrs. Vixen_. There’s _Molly Brazen_ hath the Ogle of a Rattle-Snake. She rivetted a Linen-Draper’s Eye so fast upon her, that he was nick’d of three Pieces of Cambric before he could look off. _Brazen_. Oh dear Madam!—But sure nothing can come up to your handling of Laces! And then you have such a sweet deluding Tongue! To cheat a Man is nothing; but the Woman must have fine Parts indeed who cheats a Woman. _Mrs. Vixen_. Lace, Madam, lies in a small Compass, and is of easy Conveyance. But you are apt, Madam, to think too well of your Friends. _Mrs. Coaxer_. If any woman hath more Art than another, to be sure, ’tis _Jenny Diver_. Though her Fellow be never so agreeable, she can pick his Pocket as coolly, as if money were her only Pleasure. Now that is a Command of the Passions uncommon in a Woman! _Jenny_. I never go to the Tavern with a Man, but in the View of Business. I have other Hours, and other sort of Men for my Pleasure. But had I your Address, Madam— _Macheath_. Have done with your Compliments, Ladies; and drink about: You are not so fond of me, _Jenny_, as you use to be. _Jenny_. ’Tis not convenient, Sir, to shew my Fondness among so many Rivals. ’Tis your own Choice, and not the Warmth of my Inclination that will determine you. AIR XXIII. All in a misty Morning, &c. _Before the Barn-Door crowing_, _The Cock by Hens attended_, _His Eyes around him throwing_, _Stands for a while suspended_. _Then One he singles from the Crew_, _And cheers the happy Hen_; _With how do you do_, _and how do you do_, _And how do you do again_. _Macheath_. Ah _Jenny_! thou art a dear Slut. _Jenny_. A Man of Courage should never put any thing to the Risk but his Life. These are the Tools of a Man of Honour. Cards and Dice are only fit for cowardly Cheats, who prey upon their Friends. [_She takes up his Pistol_. Tawdry _takes up the other_. _Tawdry_. This, Sir, is fitter for your Hand. Besides your Loss of Money, ’tis a Loss to the Ladies. Gaming takes you off from Women. How fond could I be of you! but before Company ’tis ill bred. _Macheath_. Wanton Hussies!