Each time she looks, she, fonder grown,
Thinks ev’ry Charm grows stronger.
But alas, vain Maid, all Eyes but your own
Can see you are not younger.
When Women consider their own Beauties, they are all alike unreasonable in their Demands; for they expect their Lovers should like them as long as they like themselves.
Lucy. Yonder is my Father—perhaps this way we may light upon the Ordinary, who shall try if you will be as good as your Word.—For I long to be made an honest Woman. Exeunt.
Enter Peachum and Lockit with an Account-Book.
Lockit. In this last Affair, Brother Peachum, we are agreed. You have consented to go halves in Macheath.
Peachum. We shall never fall out about an Execution—But as to that Article, pray how stands our last Year’s Account?
Lockit. If you will run your Eye over it, you’ll find ’tis fair and clearly stated.