POLLY. 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. For I love thee so, that I could sooner bear to see thee hang'd than in the Arms of another. SCENE III. [She kisses him.] LUCY. But, to do them Justice, I must own they are a pretty sort of Creatures, if we could trust them. MACHEATH. DRAWER. POLLY. Polly! MRS. PEACHUM. 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. You are married then, it seems? What then will become of Polly!--As yet I may inform him of their Design, and aid him in his Escape.--It shall be so--But then he flies, absents himself, and I bar myself from his dear dear Conversation! PEACHUM. FILCH. I shall now soon be even with the hypocrytical Strumpet. Madam, you had a handsom Gold Watch of us 'tother Day for seven Guineas.--Considering we must have our Profit.--To a Gentleman upon the Road, a Gold Watch will be scarce worth the taking. MRS. PEACHUM. LUCY. Have an Eye upon the Money-Lenders.--A Rouleau, or two, would prove a pretty sort of an Expedition. I am sorry, Gentlemen, the Road was so barren of Money. Download This eBook. These are the Schools that have bred so many brave Men. And hast thou the Heart to persist in persuading me that I am married? AIR XXV. MRS. PEACHUM. May-hap, my Dear, you may injure the Girl. Tom Tipple, a guzzling soaking Sot, who is always too drunk to stand himself, or to make others stand. A Word with you, Wife. MACHEATH. MACHEATH. When young at the Bar you first taught me to score, And bid me be free of my Lips, and no more; I was kiss'd by the Parson, the Squire, and the Sot, When the Guest was departed, the Kiss was forgot. And will not Absence change your Love? Her chatt'ring Lovers all around her skim; She heeds them not (poor Bird!) But the first time a Woman is frail, she should be somewhat nice methinks, for then or never is the time to make her Fortune. All this we must do, to comply with the Taste of the Town. Oh, oh ray, oh Amborah--oh, oh, &c.
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MACHEATH. PLAYER. A moment of Time may make us unhappy for ever. Fill every Glass, &c.
Indeed, Sir, I never drink Strong-Waters, but when I have the Cholic. Indeed, Child, you have given yourself trouble to no purpose.--You must, my Dear, excuse me. The Beggar's Opera Libretto. MATT. MRS. PEACHUM. I hate Extortion. Those, I see, will fit the Captain better--Take down the further Pair. PEACHUM. PEACHUM. LOCKIT. Constables, wait upon the Captain to his Lodgings. [Enter Polly.] LUCY. POLLY. Let's be gay, While we may, Beauty's a Flower, despis'd in Decay. '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. Those Rouleaus are very pretty Things.--I hate your Bank Bills.--There is such a Hazard in putting them off. A Maid is like the Golden Ore, Which hath Guineas intrinsical in't, Whose Worth is never known before It is try'd and imprest in the Mint. [Polly goes out, and returns with it.] See, here they come. Is this Language to me, Sirrah,--who have sav'd you from the Gallows, Sirrah! First performed in 1728, The Beggar’s Opera is exceptional for its focus on the lower classes. Insinuating Monster! LOCKIT. It is one of the watershed plays in Augustan drama and is the only example of the once thriving genre of satirical ballad opera to remain popular today.
No Power on Earth can e'er divide The Knot that sacred Love hath ty'd. [Exit Macheath, guarded with Peachum and Constables.] MACHEATH. Whoever steals a Shilling, Through Shame the Guilt conceals: In Love the perjur'd Villain With Boasts the Theft reveals. Are you not married to her, you Brute, you. The Muses, contrary to all other Ladies, pay noDistinction to Dress, and never partially mistake the Pertn… Dear Sir, mention not my Education--for 'twas to that I owe my Ruin. Really, Miss Polly, you are as squeamishly affected about taking a Cup of Strong-Waters as a Lady before Company. PEACHUM. my Father's hard heart is not to be soften'd, and I am in the utmost Despair. My Daughter to me should be, like a Court-Lady to a Minister of State, a Key to the whole Gang. [Parting, and looking back at each other with fondness; he at one Door, she at the other.] Lumps of Pudding, &c.
Bibliographic Record . Oh, no PEACHUM. That you are only to be hang'd, and so get rid of them both. Since I must swing,--I scorn, I scorn to wince or whine. You know, my Dear, I never meddle in matters of Death; I always leave those Affairs to you. Pretty Parrot, say -
Publication date c1920 Topics Operas -- Vocal scores with piano Publisher Britons strike home. I would have her Satisfaction, and they should all out. These seven Handkerchiefs, Madam. BEGGAR. AIR XXX. Depend upon it--we will deal like Men of Honour. AIR VII. If ever they commit the Folly, they are sure to commit another by exposing themselves--Away Not a Word more--You are my Prisoner, now, Hussy. I hear the Sound of Coaches!
LUCY. AIR V. Of all the simple Things we do, &c.
PEACHUM. Though the Ordinary was out of the way to-day, I hope, my Dear, you will, upon the first Opportunity, quiet my Scruples--Oh Sir! I only meant to give you Occasion to justify yourself: But I must now step home, for I expect the Gentleman about this Snuff- box, that Filch nimm'd two Nights ago in the Park. 2002. Privacy | A rich Rogue now-a-days is fit Company for any Gentleman; and the World, my Dear, hath not such a Contempt for Roguery as you imagine. The Youth in his Cart hath the Air of a Lord, And we cry, There dies an Adonis! twist thy Fetters about me, that he may not haul me from thee! LUCY. You should go to Hockley in the Hole, and to Marybone, Child, to learn Valour. POLLY. Perfidious Wretch! MACHEATH. I'm bubbled, &c.
O cruel, cruel, cruel Case! 'tis I am the unhappy Wife; and he loves you as if you were only his Mistress. Follow them, Filch, to the Court. But make haste to Newgate, Boy, and let my Friends know what I intend; for I love to make them easy one way or other. Bambouzled, and bit! And what then? The Beggar's Opera debuted in 1728 in London.
PEACHUM. 'Twas to her I was obliged for my Education, and (to say a bold Word) she hath trained up more young Fellows to the Business than the Gaming table. How fond could I be of you! FILCH. Contented I die--'Tis the better for you. 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. MACHEATH. Keep your Temper, Lucy, or I shall pronounce you guilty. The Beggar's Opera: Cold and raw (Air III), The Beggar's Opera: Over the hills and far away (Air XVI), The Beggar's Opera… kiss me, you Slut; are you as amorous as ever, Hussy? AIR XV. you shall fast and mortify yourself into Reason, with now and then a little handsom Discipline to bring you to your Senses.--Go.
SCENE I. Well then--If I know any thing of him I wish I may be burnt! POLLY. LUCY. Ah Jenny! Six Dozen of Handkerchiefs, four silver-hilted Swords, half a Dozen of Shirts, three Tye-Periwigs, and a Piece of Broad-Cloth. MRS. SLAMMEKIN. MACHEATH. I never go to the Tavern with a Man, but in the View of Business. SCENE II. FILCH. Here ends all Disputes the rest of our Lives, For this way at once I please all my Wives. AIR XXXVI. Were I sold on Indian Soil, Soon as the burning Day was clos'd, I could mock the sultry Toil When on my Charmer's Breast repos'd. MRS. PEACHUM. I don't think that I can take it LOCKIT. Oh! MATT. What is the Wench dumb? Polly, I grant you, hath done a rash thing. --'Tis Lucy speaks. [Exit Peachum.] If the Wench does not know her own Profit, sure she knows her own Pleasure better than to make herself a Property! ACT III. FILCH.
Am I not thy Wife?--Thy Neglect of me, thy Aversion to me too severely proves it.--Look on me.--Tell me, am I not thy Wife? LUCY. Why, Polly, the Captain knows, that as 'tis his Employment to rob, so 'tis ours to take Robbers; every Man in his Business. Wanton Hussies! LOCKIT. And the quieting Draught is a Dram. I'll shoot him through the Head. [Enter Lucy.] MRS. TRAPES. Decency, Madam, methinks might teach you to behave yourself with some Reserve with the Husband, while his Wife is present. not one kind Look! "The Beggar's Opera" by John Gay at the Lyric Theatre in Hammersmith. Have you Money enough to carry on the daily Quarrels of Man and Wife about who shall squander most? Yet I must beg you to explain yourself. The Prisoners, whose Trials are put off 'till next Session, are diverting themselves. Hast thou two Wives, Monster? The Wench gives it out only to vex thee, and to ruin me in thy good opinion. If she will not know her Duty, we know ours. Gamesters and Highwaymen are generally very good to their Whores, but they are very Devils to their Wives. [Exeunt.] Bring us then more Liquor--To-day shall be for Pleasure--To- morrow for Business--Ah, Brother, those Daughters of ours are two slippery Hussies--Keep a watchful Eye upon Polly, and Macheath in a Day or two shall be our own again. Can you support the Expence of a Husband, Hussy, in Gaming, Drinking and Whoring? [He puts on the Chains.] Would you have a young Virgin, &c.
If I am in the wrong, my Dear, you must excuse me, for no body can help the Frailty of an over-scrupulous Conscience. Never was a Man more out of the way in an Argument than my Husband! If thus--A Man can die Much bolder with Brandy. Not with a Highwayman.--You sorry Slut! LUCY. O ponder well! MATT. SERVANT. The bonny gray-ey'd Morn, &c.
SCENE, Peachum's House. Does not Man in Marriage itself promise a hundred things that he never means to perform? [Exit Harper.] Gentlemen, adieu. Singers | My dear Lucy--My dear Polly--Whatsoever hath pass'd between us is now at an end--If you are fond of marrying again, the best Advice I can give you, is to Ship 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. John Gay was to achieve his greatest success with The Beggar's Opera. Thus, safe a-shore, I ask no more, My All is in my Possession. LUCY. LUCY. A lack, and well-a-day! Ah Hussy! Make him believe I have quitted the Gang, which I can never do but with Life. The Beggar's Opera is a ballad opera, a satiric play using some of the conventions of opera, but without the recitative. Is there any Power, any Force that could tear me from thee? Chevy Chase. FILCH. AIR X. Thomas, I cannot, &c.
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POLLY. Yonder comes my Husband and Polly. LUCY. MRS. PEACHUM. MACHEATH. I hope you don't want the Repairs of Quality, and lay on Paint.--Dolly Trull!
MATT. POLLY. "Dear wife, be a little pacified" (Peachum, Mrs Peachum) The Beggar's Opera: Act I. You have not been a Lodger of mine this Year and half. Now ponder well, ye Parents dear.
WAT. If Music be the Food of Love, play on. [Kneeling.] A handsome Wench in our way of Business is as profitable as at the Bar of a Temple Coffee-House, who looks upon it as her livelihood to grant every Liberty but one.
Sure, Lucy, you can't be such a Fool as to be jealous of Polly! What are Canons, or Bombs, or clashing of Swords? POLLY. MACHEATH. Here's poor Ned Clincher's Name, I see. But 'tis now high time to look about me for a decent Execution against next Sessions. The Coquettes of both Sexes are Self-lovers, and that is a Love no other whatever can dispossess. Mr. Peachum--this is the first time my Honour was ever call'd in Question. POLLY. I can't bear, Child, to see you in such low Spirits.--And I must persuade you to what I know will do you good. How can you see me made [To him.] Jemmy Twitcher, Crook-finger'd Jack, Wat Dreary, Robin of Bagshot, Nimming Ned, Henry Paddington, Matt of the Mint, Ben Budge, and the rest of the Gang, at the Table, with Wine, Brandy and Tobacco. MACHEATH. [Screaming.] [Exeunt Macheath, Lockit, and Peachum.] But, hark you, my Lad. Drawer--[Enter Drawer.] For on the Rope that hangs my Dear Depends poor Polly's Life. POLLY. Performed more often than any other play in the 18th century, John Gay’s 1728 work was a game changer. [Enter a Servant.] Why so melancholy, Polly? 'Tis our mutual Interest; 'tis for the Interest of the World we should agree. Is there ought else on Earth desirous? AIR XXI. To what a woful Plight have I brought myself! I do--And what can I say more to convince you? I hate thee for being particular: Why, Wench, thou art a Shame to thy very Sex. O Villain! I must and will have a Kiss to give my Wine a Zest. And how do you propose to live, Child? O what pain it is to part! But you know, Sir, you sent him as far as Hockley in the Hole for three of the Ladies, for one in Vinegar-Yard, and for the rest of them somewhere about Lewkner's- Lane. Macheath, in a melancholy Posture. [Enter Women and Children.] When first we met, so moves me yet, O see how my Heart is splitting! PEACHUM. PEACHUM.
be not severe; So save a wretched Wife! AIR LX. But what, Sir? CHORUS. SCENE, Peachum's House. A Gaming-House. MACHEATH. The Girl shews such a Readiness, and so much Concern, that I could almost find in my Heart to forgive her. Indeed, my dear Lucy, these violent Passions may be of ill consequence to a Woman in your Condition. Bid the Drawer bring us more Wine. LUCY. MRS. PEACHUM. Wine is strong enough for me. This is Death without Reprieve. Why, a Lady of Quality is never without the Cholic. [Exit.] Do all we can, Women will believe us; for they look upon a Promise as an Excuse for following their own Inclinations.--But here comes Lucy, and I cannot get from her.--Wou'd I were deaf! Be pacified, my dear Lucy--This is all a Fetch of Polly's, to make me desperate with you in case I get off. Are you really bound Wife to him, or are you only upon liking? The Beggar's Opera (Original, Musical, Drama, Opera, Broadway) opened in New York City Dec 3, 1750 and played through May 13, 1751. But since his Escape, no doubt all Matters are made up again.- -Ah Polly! I shall lead a sad Life with Miss Polly, if ever she comes to know that I told you. Though we have felt the Hook, agen We bite and they betray. The Beggar's Opera is a comic farce, poking accurate fun at the prevailing fashion in Italian opera as well as the social and political climate of the age. Hang'd--cruel Reflection! --Adieu. MATT. Come hither, Hussy. SCENE I. Slippery Sam; he goes off the next Sessions, for the Villain hath the Impudence to have Views of following his Trade as a Tailor, which he calls an honest Employment. Without Disguise, Heaving Sighs, Doting Eyes, My constant Heart discover. I won't.--Flesh and Blood can't bear my Usage. AIR LXV. Why must all your Suspicion light upon me? Newgate. 'cause it took so long to bake it Do you know of anything that hath pass'd between Captain Macheath and our Polly? So I am to be ruin'd, because, forsooth, you must be in Love!--a very pretty Excuse! MRS. PEACHUM. MACHEATH. POLLY. Pair'd in Death, as pair'd in Love. O leave me to Thought! And I too--If you had been kind to me 'till Death, it would not have vexed me--And that's no very unreasonable Request, (though from a Wife) to a Man who hath not above seven or eight Days to live. POLLY. Besides, I would not willingly forfeit my own Honour by betraying any body.
Murder is as fashionable a Crime as a Man can be guilty of. my Mama drinks double the Quantity whenever she is out of Order. Mrs. Slammekin, that is not fair. How happy are we, &c.
LUCY. Our several Stations for the Day are fixt. AIR XXXIX. Are any of us suspected? Cards and Dice are only fit for cowardly Cheats, who prey upon their Friends. That's well done. TAWDRY. PEACHUM. The Captain keeps too good Company ever to grow rich.
how I tremble!--Go--but when Safety will give you leave, you will be sure to see me again; for 'till then Polly is wretched. Since things are thus, I'm glad the Wench hath escap'd: for by this Event, 'tis plain, she was not happy enough to deserve to be poison'd.
The lyrics of the airs in the play are set to popular broadsheet ballads, opera arias, church hymns, and folk tunes of the time. MACHEATH. The Same. By all means,--She's a good Customer, and a fine-spoken Woman--And a Woman who drinks and talks so freely, will enliven the Conversation. [Faints.] MACHEATH. Like other Women, Sir, upon the Industry of my Husband. Search | The whole Circle are in Tears!--even Butchers weep!--Jack Ketch himself hesitates to perform his Duty, and would be glad to lose his Fee, by a Reprieve. MRS. COAXER. The beggar’s opera Several aspects account for the success of John Gay ’s ballad opera The beggar’s opera when it premiered in London in 1728. [Exit Servant.] how little does he know as yet of the Old Baily! Love with Youth flies swift away, Age is nought but Sorrow. LOCKIT. AIR LIX. [Exeunt.] MRS. PEACHUM. AIR LVIII. Player.As we live by the Muses, it isbut Gratitude in us to encourage Poetical Merit wherever wefind it. It grieves my Heart that so generous a Man should be involv'd in such Difficulties, as oblige him to live with such ill Company, and herd with Gamesters. Must I then go? I would not for the World -
What then in Love can Woman do: LUCY. MRS. TRAPES. Thy Life depends upon a moment. MRS. PEACHUM. [To them enter Macheath.] Sure, Brother Lockit, there was a little unfair Proceeding in Ned's Case: for he told me in the Condemn'd Hold, that for Value receiv'd, you had promis'd him a Session or two longer without Molestation. What, is the Wench turn'd Fool?
We are ready, Sir, to conduct you to the Old Baily. POLLY. LUCY. Gaming takes you off from Women. What--four Wives more!--This is too much--Here--tell the Sheriff's Officers I am ready. I am as fond of this Child, as though my Mind misgave me he were my own. I wonder we are not more respected. When you come to the Tree, should the Hangman refuse, These Fingers, with Pleasure, could fasten the Noose. [Enter Polly.] Gay’s The Beggar’s Opera had a phenomenally successful revival at The Lyric Hammersmith in 1920 – 21, with one of the longest runs in English theatre. In one respect indeed our Employment may be reckon'd dishonest, because, like Great Statesmen, we encourage those who betray their Friends. LUCY. JENNY. But seriously, Polly, this is carrying the Joke a little too far. My Honour and Truth to the Gang? AIR XXXV. 1922. MRS. PEACHUM. he should leave them to prey upon one another. But if Polly should be in Love, how should we help her, or how can she help herself? MACHEATH. Why then, Friend, this is a downright deep Tragedy. A Curse attend that Woman's Love, Who always would be pleasing. PEACHUM. AIR XXVIII. If you have any Views of this sort, Polly, I shall think the Match not so very unreasonable. a Glass of Cordial, this instant. MACHEATH. I'll undertake to manage Polly. Here must I (all Day long, 'till I am hang'd) be confin'd to hear the Reproaches of a Wench who lays her Ruin at my Door--I am in the Custody of her Father, and to be sure, if he knows of the matter, I shall have a fine time on't betwixt this and my Execution.--But I promis'd the Wench Marriage--What signifies a Promise to a Woman? Come hither, Filch. [Exit Filch.] The Beggar's Opera shifted the focus from foreign influence and brought back a sense of national art. I seize you, Sir, as my Prisoner. LUCY. POLLY. And what then? Four Women more, Captain, with a Child apiece! 'Twas he made me a present of this Ring. 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