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 Lewker's Lane. Sure 
some of them are below, for I hear the Bar-Bell. As they come I will show 
them up. Coming, Coming. 
 
 
                                  Scene 4.
 
MACHEATH, 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 anything 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 make 
charming Mistresses, but plaguey Wives.----Betty Doxy! Come hither, Hussy. 
Do you drink as hard as ever? You had better stick to good wholesom Beer; 
for in troth, Betty, Strong-Waters will in time ruin your Constitution. 
You should leave those to your Betters.--What! and my pretty Jenny Diver 
too! As prim and demure as ever! There is not any Prude, though ever so 
high-bred, hath a more sanctify'd Look, with a more mischievous Heart. Ah! 
thou art a dear artful Hypocrite.----Mrs. Slammekin! as careless and 
genteel as ever! all you fine Ladies, who know your own Beauty, affect an 
Undress.----But see, here's Suky Tawdry come to contradict what I am 
saying. Everything she gets one way she lays out upon her Back. Why, Suky, 
you must keep at least a Dozen Talleymen. Molly Brazen! [She kisses 
him.] That's well done. I love a free-hearted Wench. Thou hast a most 
agreeable Assurance, Girl, and art as willing as a Turtle.---But hark! I 
hear Music. The Harper is at the Door. If Music be the Food of Love, play 
on. Ere you seat yourselves, Ladies, what think you of a Dance? Come in. 
[Enter Harper.] Play the French Tune, that Mrs. Slammekin was so fond of. 
  [A dance a la ronde in the French manner; near the end of it this Song 
    and Chorus.
                            Air XXII.--Cotillon.
 
                 Youth's the Season made for Joys,
                   Love is then our Duty,
                 She alone who that employs,
                   Well deserves her Beauty.
                     Let's be gay,
                     While we may,
                     Beauty's a Flower, despis'd in Decay,
                 Youth's the Season &c.
               
                 Let us drink and sport to-day,
                   Ours is not to-morrow.
                 Love with youth flies swift away,
                   Age is nought but Sorrow.
                     Dance and sing,
                     Time's on the Wing.
                     Life never knows the Return of Spring.
Chorus.         Let us drink, &c.
 
  MACHEATH. Now, pray Ladies, take your Places. Here Fellow. [Pays the 
Harper.] Bid the Drawer bring us more Wine. [Exit Harper.] If any of the 
Ladies choose Ginn, I hope they will be so free to call for it.
  JENNY. You look as if you meant me. Wine is strong enough for me. Indeed, 
Sir, I never drink Strong-Waters, but when I have the Cholic. I hope, Mrs. 
Coaxer, you have had good Success of late in your Visits among the 
Mercers.
  COAXER. We have so many interlopers----Yet with Industry, one may still 
have a little Picking. I carried a silver-flower'd Lutestring, and a Piece 
of black Padesoy to Mr. Peachum's Lock but last Week.
  VIXEN. There's Molly Brazen hath the Ogle of a Rattle-Snake. She rivetted 
a Linen-Draper's Eye so fast upon her, that he was nick'd of three Pieces of 
Cambric before he could look off.
  BRAZEN. Oh dear Madam! ----But sure nothing can come up to your handling 
of Laces! And then you have such a sweet deluding Tongue! To cheat a Man is 
nothing; but the Woman must have fine parts indeed who cheats a Woman.
  VIXEN. Lace, Madam, lies in a small Compass, and is of easy Conveyance. 
But you are apt, Madam, to think too well of your Friends.
  COAXER. If any Woman hath more Art than another, to be sure, 'tis Jenny 
Diver. Though her Fellow be never so agreeable, she can pick his Pocket as 
coolly, as if money were her only Pleasure. Now that is a Command of the 
Passions in a Woman!
  JENNY. I never go to the Tavern with a Man, but in the View of Business. I 
have other Hours, and other sorts of Men for my Pleasure. But had I your 
Address, Madam----
  MACHEATH. Have done with your Compliments, Ladies, and drink about: You 
are not so fond of me, Jenny, as you use to be.
  JENNY. 'Tis not convenient, Sir, to shew my Fondness among so many Rivals. 
'Tis your own Choice, and not the Warmth of my Inclination that will 
determine you.