AIR XLIV. Down in the North Country, &c.
LOCKIT. What Gudgeons are we Men!
Ev'ry Woman's easy Prey.
Though we have felt the Hook, agen
We bite and they betray.
The Bird that hath been trapt,
When he hears his calling Mate,
To her he flies, again he's clapt
Within the wiry Grate.
PEACHUM. But what signifies catching the Bird, if your Daughter Lucy
will set open the Door of the Cage?
LOCKIT. If men were answerable for the Follies and Frailties of
their Wives and Daughters, no Friends could keep a good
Correspondence together for two Days.--This in unkind of you,
Brother; for among good Friends, what they say or do goes for
nothing.
[Enter a Servant.]
SERVANT. Sir, here's Mrs. Diana Trapes wants to speak with you.
PEACHUM. Shall we admit her, Brother Lockit?
LOCKIT. 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.
PEACHUM. Desire her to walk in.
[Exit Servant.]
Peachum, Lockit, Mrs.
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