Can Love be control’d by Advice?
Will Cupid our Mothers obey?
Though my Heart were as frozen as Ice,
At his Flame ’twould have melted away.
When he kist me so closely he prest,
’Twas so sweet that I must have comply’d:
So I thought it both safest and best
To marry, for fear you should chide.
Mrs. Peachum. Then all the Hopes of our Family are gone for ever and ever!
Peachum. And Macheath may hang his Father and Mother-in-law, in hope to get into their Daughter’s Fortune.