y Prisoner.

_Macheath._ Was this well done, _Jenny_? --Women are Decoy Ducks; who
can trust them! Beasts, Jades, Jilts, Harpies, Furies, Whores!

_Peachum._ Your Case, Mr. _Macheath_, is not particular. The greatest
Heroes have been ruin'd by Women. But, to do them Justice, I must own
they are a pretty sort of Creatures, if we could trust them. You must
now, Sir, take your Leave of the Ladies, and if they have a mind to make
you a Visit, they will be sure to find you at home. This Gentleman,
Ladies, lodges in _Newgate_. Constables, wait upon the Captain to his
Lodgings.

AIR XXIV. When first I laid Siege to my _Chloris_, &c.

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_Macheath._ At the Tree I shall suffer with Pleasure,
At the Tree I shall suffer with Pleasure,
Let me go where I will,
In all kinds of Ill,
I shall find no such Furies as these are.

_Peachum._ Ladies, I'll take care the Reckoning shall be discharged.

[Exit _Macheath_, guarded with _Peachum and Constables_.

_Mrs. Vixen._ 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.

_Mrs. Coaxer._ I think Mr. _Peachum_, after so long an Acquaintance,
might have trusted me as well as _Jenny Diver_.

_Mrs. Slammekin._ I am sure at least three Men of his hanging, and in a
Year's time too (if he did me Justice) should be set down to my Account.

_Trull._ Mrs. _Slammekin_, that is not fair. For you know one of them
was taken in Bed with me.

_Jenny._ As far as a Bowl of Punch or a Treat, I believe Mrs. _Suky_
will join with me. --As for any thing else, Ladies, you cannot in
Conscience expect it.

_Mrs. Slammekin._ Dear Madam--

_Trull._ I would not for the World--

_Mrs. Slammekin._ 'Tis impossible for me--

_Trull._ As I hope to be sav'd, Madam--

_Mrs. Slammekin._ Nay, then I must stay here all Night--

_Trull._ Since you command me.

[Exeunt with great Ceremony.

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SCENE II. _Newgate._

_Lockit_, Turnkeys, _Macheath_, Constables.

_Lockit._ Noble Captain, you are welcome. You have not been a Lodger of
mine this Year and half. You know the Custom, Sir. Garnish, Captain,
Garnish. Hand me down those Fetters there.

_Macheath._ Those, Mr. _Lockit_, seem to be the heaviest of the whole
Set. With your Leave, I should like the further Pair better.

_Lockit._ Look ye, Captain, we kn