_Jenny_. I must and will have a Kiss to give my Wine a Zest. [_They take him about the Neck and make signs to_ Peachum _and Constables_, _who rush in upon him_. _Peachum_. I seize you, Sir, as my Prisoner. _Macheath_. Was this well done, _Jenny_?—Women are Decoy Ducks; who can trust them! Beasts, Jades, Jilts, Harpies, Furies, Whores! _Peachum_. Your Case, Mr. _Macheath_, is not particular. The greatest Heroes have been ruin’d by Women. But, to do them Justice, I must own they are a pretty sort of Creatures, if we could trust them. You must now, Sir, take your Leave of the Ladies, and if they have a mind to make you a Visit, they will be sure to find you at home. This Gentleman, Ladies, lodges in _Newgate_. Constables, wait upon the Captain to his Lodgings. AIR XXIV. When first I laid Siege to my _Chloris_, &c. _Macheath_. _At the Tree I shall suffer with Pleasure_, _At the Tree I shall suffer with Pleasure_, _Let me go where I will_, _In all kinds of Ill_, _I shall find no such Furies as these are_. _Peachum_. Ladies, I’ll take care the Reckoning shall be discharged. [_Exit_ Macheath, _guarded with_ Peachum and Constables. _Mrs. Vixen_. Look ye, Mrs. _Jenny_, though Mr. _Peachum_ may have made a private Bargain with you and _Suky Tawdry_ for betraying the Captain, as we were all assisting, we ought all to share alike. _Mrs. Coaxer_. I think Mr. _Peachum_, after so long an Acquaintance, might have trusted me as well as _Jenny Diver_. _Mrs. Slammekin_. I am sure at least three Men of his hanging, and in a Year’s time too (if he did me Justice) should be set down to my Account. _Trull_. Mrs. _Slammekin_, that is not fair. For you know one of them was taken in Bed with me. _Jenny_. As far as a Bowl of Punch or a Treat, I believe Mrs. _Suky_ will join with me.—As for any thing else, Ladies, you cannot in Conscience expect it. _Mrs. Slammekin_. Dear Madam— _Trull_. I would not for the World— _Mrs. Slammekin_. ’Tis impossible for me— _Trull_. As I hope to be sav’d, Madam— _Mrs. Slammekin_. Nay, then I must stay here all Night— _Trull_. Since you command me. [_Exeunt with great Ceremony_. SCENE II. Newgate. Lockit, _Turnkeys_, Macheath, _Constables_. _Lockit_. Noble Captain, you are welcome. You have not been a Lodger of mine this Year and half. You know the Custom, Sir. Garnish, Captain, Garnish. Hand me down those Fetters there. _Macheath_. Those, Mr. _Lockit_, seem to be the heaviest of the whole Set. With your Leave, I should like the further Pair better.