Scene 8

MACHEATH.

AIR XXVI.- Courtiers, Courtiers, think it no Harm, &c.

Man may escape from Rope and Gun;

Nay, some have outliv’d the Doctor’s Pill;

Who takes a Woman must be undone,

That Basilisk is sure to kill.

The Fly that sips the Treacle is lost in the Sweets,

So he that tastes Woman, Woman, Woman,

He that tastes Woman, ruin meets. To what a woful Plight have I brought myself! Here must I (all Day long, ’till I am hang’d) be confin’d to hear the Reproaches of a Wench who lays her Ruin at my Door- I am in the Custody of her Father, and to be sure, if he knows of the matter, I shall have a fine time on’t betwixt this and my Execution.- But I promis’d the Wench Marriage- What signifies a Promise to a Woman? Does not Man in Marriage itself promise a hundred things that he never means to perform? Do all we can, Women will believe us; for they look upon a Promise as an Excuse for following their own Inclinations.- But here comes Lucy, and I cannot get from her.- Wou’d I were deaf!