The Beggar's Opera
LOCKIT. To be sure, Wench, you must have been aiding and abetting to
help him to this Escape.
LUCY. Sir, here hath been Peachum and his Daughter Polly, and to be
sure they know the Ways of Newgate as well as if they had been born
and bred in the Place all their Lives. Why must all your Suspicion
light upon me?
LOCKIT. Lucy, Lucy, I will have none of these shuffling Answers.
LUCY. Well then--If I know any thing of him I wish I may be burnt!
LOCKIT. Keep your Temper, Lucy, or I shall pronounce you guilty.
LUCY. Keep yours, Sir,--I do wish I may be burnt. I do--And what
can I say more to convince you?
LOCKIT. Did he tip handsomly?--How much did he come down with?
Come, Hussy, don't cheat your Father; and I shall not be angry with
you--Perhaps, you have made a better Bargain with him than I could
have done--How much, my good Girl?
LUCY. You know, Sir, I am fond of him, and would have given Money to
have kept him with me.
LOCKIT. Ah Lucy! thy Education might have put thee more upon thy
Guard; for a Girl in the Bar of an Ale-house is always besieg'd.
LUCY. Dear Sir, mention not my Education--for 'twas to that I owe my
AIR XL. If Love's a sweet Passion, &c.
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,