Scene 13th
Rake—is inhumanly dragg'd off by Bailiffs P.S.
Wife follows in great Agitation.
Enter Ballad-Singer
A Ballad Entitled & Call'd—"The Rake's Progress"—
Ballad. Tune "The Race-Horse."
See the Massy Chests Open'd, with Riches replete, Plate, Jewels, & Rent-Rolls an ample Estate; Bonds, Mortgages, Leases long buried are found, Lawyers Servants & Tradesmen Attending around: While with heart quite 'Elated, cheeks glowing with health, Discarding his love, gazing pleas'd at his wealth, Resolv'd each dull thought in gay pleasure to drown, The Libertine Rakewell—first starts on the Town.
His Levee attended by Bully & Sot (Plighted vows to his fair Rustic Charmer forgot) Poets, Dancers, Musicians, his Mansion Resort; Boxers—Jockies, & Huntsmen, his patronage Court. And now, in a Brothel, mid nymphs void of Fame, Whom depravity's Render'd long Callous to Shame He squanders his Fortune to infamy meet And the Libertine Rakewell's the Dupe of Deceit.