in _Rinaldo_, with Drums and Trumpets.

[Music]

_Matt._ Let us take the Road.
Hark! I hear the Sound of Coaches!
The Hour of Attack approaches,
To your Arms, brave Boys, and load.
See the Ball I hold!
Let the Chymists toil like Asses,
Our Fire their Fire surpasses,
And turns all our Lead to Gold.

[The Gang, rang'd in the Front of the Stage, load their Pistols,
and stick them under their Girdles; then go off singing the first
Part in Chorus.

_Macheath._ What a Fool is a fond Wench! _Polly_ is most confoundedly
bit. --I love the Sex. And a Man who loves Money, might as well be
contented with one Guinea, as I with one Woman. The Town perhaps have
been as much obliged to me, for recruiting it with free-hearted Ladies,
as to any Recruiting Officer in the Army. If it were not for us, and the
other Gentlemen of the Sword, _Drury-Lane_ would be uninhabited.

AIR XXI. Would you have a young Virgin, &c.

[Music]

If the Heart of a Man is deprest with Cares,
The Mist is dispell'd when a Woman appears;
Like the Notes of a Fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly
Raises the Spirits, and charms our Ears,
Roses and Lilies her Cheeks disclose,
But her ripe Lips are more sweet than those.
Press her,
Caress her,
With Blisses,
Her Kisses
Dissolve us in Pleasure, and soft Repose.

I must have Women. There is nothing unbends the Mind like them. Money is
not so strong a Cordial for the Time. Drawer-- [Enter Drawer.] Is the
Porter gone for all the Ladies according to my Directions?

_Drawer._ I expect him back every Minute. 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_. Sure some of them are below, for I hear the Bar-Bell.
As they come I will shew them up. Coming, Coming.

Enter Mrs. _Coaxer_, _Dolly Trull_, Mrs. _Vixen_, _Betty Doxy_, _Jenny
Diver_, Mrs. _Slammekin_, _Suky Tawdry_, and _Molly Brazen_.

_Macheath._ Dear Mrs. _Coaxer_, you are welcome. You look charmingly
to-day. I hope you don't want the Repairs of Quality, and lay on Paint.
--_Dolly Trull!_ kiss me, you Slut; are you as amorous as ever, Hussy?
You are always so taken up with stealing Hearts, that you don't allow
yourself Time to steal any thing else. --Ah _Dolly_, thou wilt ever be a
Coquette! Mrs. _Vixen_, I'm yours, I always lov'd a Woman of Wit and
Spirit; they mak