The Beggar's Opera; to Which is Prefixed the Musick to Each SongGay, John
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The Beggar's Opera; to Which is Prefixed the Musick to Each Song
Gay, John
Ballad operas -- Librettos
_Beggar._ Your Objection, Sir, is very just, and is easily remov'd. For
you must allow, that in this kind of Drama, 'tis no matter how absurdly
things are brought about-- So-- you Rabble there-- run and cry,
A Reprieve! --let the Prisoner be brought back to his Wives in Triumph.
_Player._ All this we must do, to comply with the Taste of the Town.
_Beggar._ Through the whole Piece you may observe such a Similitude of
Manners in high and low Life, that it is difficult to determine whether
(in the fashionable Vices) the fine Gentlemen imitate the Gentlemen of
the Road, or the Gentlemen of the Road the fine Gentlemen. --Had the
Play remained, as I at first intended, it would have carried a most
excellent Moral. 'Twould have shewn that the lower Sort of People have
their Vices in a degree as well as the Rich: And that they are punish'd
for them.
_To them, _Macheath_ with _Rabble_, &c._
_Macheath._ So, it seems, I am not left to my Choice, but must have a
Wife at last. --Look ye, my Dears, we will have no Controversy now. Let
us give this Day to Mirth, and I am sure she who thinks herself my Wife
will testify her Joy by a Dance.
_All._ Come, a Dance-- a Dance.
_Macheath._ Ladies, I hope you will give me leave to present a Partner
to each of you. And (if I may without Offence) for this time, I take
_Polly_ for mine. --And for Life, you Slut,-- for we were really
marry'd. --As for the rest. --But at present keep your own Secret.
[To _Polly_.
A DANCE.
AIR LXVIII. Lumps of Pudding, &c.
[Music]
Thus I stand like the _Turk_, with his Doxies around;
From all Sides their Glances his Passion confound;
For Black, Brown, and Fair, his Inconstancy burns,
And the different Beauties subdue him by turns:
Each calls forth her Charms to provoke his Desires:
Though willing to all, with but one he retires.
But think of this Maxim, and put off your Sorrow,
The Wretch of To-day, may be happy To-morrow.
_Chorus._ But think of this Maxim, &c.
FINIS.
[Illustration]
Printed in Great Britain by
Richard Clay & Sons, Limited,
Bungay, Suffolk.
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Errata Noted by Transcriber:
Inconsistencies:
Dramatis Personae: "Mat of the Mint"
[_The name is spelled "Mat" here and on the character's first
entrance, "Matt" everywhere else._]
The place name "Mary-bone" is spelled randomly with and without
a hyphen.
There is no illustration at the end of Act II, Scene II.
Spelling Unchanged:
Air X. ... Whose Treasure is contreband.
the hypocrytical Strumpet
Punctuation or Capitalization Unchanged:
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