_Peachum._ As I remember, you said something just now of Mrs. _Coaxer_. _Mrs. Trapes._ Yes, Sir. --To be sure I stript her of a Suit of my own Clothes about two Hours ago; and have left her as she should be, in her Shift, with a Lover of hers at my House. She call'd him up Stairs, as he was going to _Mary-bone_ in a Hackney Coach. --And I hope, for her own sake and mine, she will persuade the Captain to redeem her, for the Captain is very generous to the Ladies. _Lockit._ What Captain? _Mrs. Trapes._ He thought I did not know him-- An intimate Acquaintance of yours, Mr. _Peachum_-- Only Captain _Macheath_-- as fine as a Lord. _Peachum._ To-morrow, dear Mrs. _Dye_, you shall set your own Price upon any of the Goods you like-- We have at least half a Dozen Velvet Scarfs, and all at your Service. Will you give me leave to make you a Present of this Suit of Night-clothes for your own wearing? --But are you sure it is Captain _Macheath_. _Mrs. Trapes._ Though he thinks I have forgot him; no body knows him better. I have taken a great deal of the Captain's Money in my Time at second-hand, for he always lov'd to have his Ladies well drest. _Peachum._ Mr. _Lockit_ and I have a little Business with the Captain;-- You understand me-- and we will satisfy you for Mrs. _Coaxer's_ Debt. _Lockit._ Depend upon it-- we will deal like Men of Honour. _Mrs. Trapes._ I don't enquire after your Affairs-- so whatever happens, I wash my Hands on't-- It hath always been my Maxim, that one Friend should assist another-- But if you please-- I'll take one of the Scarfs home with me. 'Tis always good to have something in Hand. [Illustration] [Illustration] SCENE IV. _Newgate._ _Lucy._ Jealousy, Rage, Love and Fear are at once tearing me to pieces, How I am weather-beaten and shatter'd with Distresses! AIR XLVI. One Evening, having lost my Way, &c. [Music] I'm like a Skiff on the Ocean tost, Now high, now low, with each Billow born, With her Rudder broke, and her Anchor lost, Deserted and all forlorn. While thus I lie rolling and tossing all Night, That _Polly_ lies sporting on Seas of Delight! Revenge, Revenge, Revenge, Shall appease my restless Spirit. I have the Rats-bane ready. --I run no Risque; for I can lay her Death upon the Ginn, and so many die of that naturally that I shall never be call'd in question. --But say, I were to be hang'd. --I never could be hang'd for any thing that would give me greater Comfort, than the poisoning that Slut. Enter _Filch_. _Filch._ Madam, here's Miss _Polly_ come to wait upon you. _Lucy._ Show her in. Enter _Polly_. Dear Madam, your Servant. --I hope you will pardon my Passion, when I was so happy to see you last. --I was so over-run with the Spleen, that I was perfectly out of myself. And really when one hath the Spleen, every thing is to be excus'd by a Friend. AIR XLVII. Now _Roger_, I'll tell thee because thou 'rt my Son. [Music]