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
Ruin.

AIR XL. If Love's a sweet Passion, &c.

[Music]

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.
But his Kiss was so sweet, and so closely he prest,
That I languish'd and pin'd till I granted the rest.

If you can forgive me, Sir, I will make a fair Confession, for to be
sure he hath been a most barbarous Villain to me.

_Lockit._ And so you have let him escape, Hussy-- Have you?

_Lucy._ When a Woman loves; a kind Look, a tender Word can persuade her
to any thing-- And I could ask no other Bribe.

_Lockit._ Thou wilt always be a vulgar Slut, _Lucy_. --If you would not
be look'd upon as a Fool, you should never do any thing but upon the
foot of Interest. Those that act otherwise are their own Bubbles.

_Lucy._ But Love, Sir, is a Misfortune that may happen to the most
discreet Women, and in Love we are all Fools alike-- Notwithstanding all
he swore, I am now fully convinc'd that _Polly Peachum_ is actually his
Wife. --Did I let him escape, (Fool that I was!) to go to her? --_Polly_
will wheedle herself into his Money, and then _Peachum_ will hang him,
and cheat us both.

_Lockit._ So I am to be ruin'd, because, forsooth, you must be in Love!
--a very pretty Excuse!

_Lucy._ I could murder that impudent happy Strumpet: --I gave him his
Life, and that Creature enjoys the Sweets of it. --Ung