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Umelodica - a vocal ensemble created and conducted 1984-1989 by Örjan Larsson

Polly - a Ballad Opera
by John Gay from 1729 played by Umelodica and David Kettlewell in Febr. 1988.


OUVERTURE "The Beggars Opera" Ouverture, Christoffer Pepusch MP3 Duration = 3:32




Trapes Though you were born and bred and live in the Indies, as you are a subject of Britain you shou'd live up to our customs. Prodigality there, is a fashion that is among all ranks of people. Why, our ve younger brothers push themselves into the polite world by squandering more than they are worth. You are wealthy, very wealthy, Mr. Ducat; and I grant you the more you have, the taste of getting more should grow stronger upon you. 'Tis just so with us. But then the richest of our Lords and Gentlemen, who live elegantly, always run out. 'Tis genteel to be in debt. Your luxury should distinguish you from the vulgar. You cannot be too expensive in your pleasures.

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AIR 1 The disappointed Widow Trapes The manners of the Great affect; Stint not your pleasure: If conscience had their genius chekt, How got they treasure? The more in debt, run in dept the more, Careless who is undone; Morals and honesty leave to the poor, as they do in London.
       Härma de storas vanor;
       Var inte snål i Era njutningar:
       Hade samvetet hindrat deras geni,
       Hur hade de samlat sina skatter?
       Ju större skuld, desto mera lån, 
       utan all hänsyn;
       Moral och ärlighet, lämna åt de fattiga,
       Såsom man gör i London.

Mr.Ducat. I never thought to have heard thrift laid to my charge. There is not a man, though I say it, in all the Indies who lives more plentifully than my self; nor, who enjoys the necessaries of life in so handsome a manner.
Trapes. There it is now. Who ever heard a man of fortune in England talk of the necessaries of life? If the necessaries of life would have satisfied such a poor body as me, to be sure I had never come to mend my fortune to the Plantations. Whether we can afford it or no, we must have superfluities. We never stint our expence to our own fortunes, but are miserable if we do not live up to the profuseness of our neighbours. If we could content our selves with the necessaries of Life, no man alive ever need be dishonest. As to woman now; why, look ye, Mr. Ducat, a man hath what we may call every thing that is necessary in a wife.
Mr.Ducat. Ay, and more!
Traces. But for all that, d'ye see, your married men are my best customers. It keeps wives upon their good behaviours.
Mr.Ducat. But there are jealousies and family lectures, Mrs.Trapes.
Trapes. Bless us all! how little are our customs known on this side the herring-pond ! Why, jealousy is out of fashion even among our common country-gentlemen. I hope you are better bred than to be jealous. A husband and wife should have a mutual complaisance for each other. Sure, your wife is not so unreasonable to expect to have you always to her self.
Mr.Ducat. As I have a good estate, Mrs. Trapes, I would willingly run into every thing that is suitable to my dignity and fortune. No body throws him-self into the extravagancies of life with a freer spirit. As to conscience and musty morals, I have as few drawbacks upon my profits or pleasures as any man of quality in England in those I am not in the least vulgar. Besides, Madam, in most of my expences I run into the polite taste) I have a fine library of books that I never read ; I have a fine stable of horses that I never ride ; I build, I buy plate, jewels, pictures, or any thing that is valuable and curious, as your great men do, merely out of ostentation. But indeed I must own, I do still cohabit with my wife; and she is very uneasy and vexatious upon account of my visits to you.
Trapes. Indeed, indeed, Mr. Ducat, you shou'd break through all this usurpation at once, and keep —. Now too is your time; for I have a fresh cargo of ladies just arriv'd: no body alive shall set eyes upon 'em till you have provided your self. You should keep your lady in awe by her maid; place a handsome, sprightly wench near your wife, and she will be a spy upon her into the bargain. I would have you show your self a fine gentleman in every thing.
Mr.Ducat. But I am somewhat advane'd in life, Mrs. Trapes, and my duty to my wife lies very hard upon me; I must leave keeping to younger husbands and old batchelors.
Trapes. There it is again now! Our very vulgar pursue pleasures in the flush of youth and inclination, but our great men are modishly profligate when their appetite hath left 'em.

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AIR 2 The Irish ground Bass Mr. Ducat What can wealth When we are old? Youth and health Are not sold.
    Vad skall rikedom tjäna till 
    när vi blir gamla?
    Ungdom och hälsa 
    går inte att köpa.
    Treble  Trapes
    When love in the pulse beats low,
    (As haply it may with you)
    A girl can fresh youth bestow,
    And kindle desire anew.
    Thus mumm'd in the brake, 
    Without motion the snake
    Sleeps cold winter away;
    But in every vein Life quickens again  
    On the bosom of May.
    När kärleken slår långsamt i pulsen,
    (som den kanske gör hos dig)
    Kan en flicka skänka ny ungdom.

    Således sover ormen vintern igenom,

    Men i varje ven kvicknar livet till 
    när maj är kommen.

Trapes. We are not here, I must tell you, as we are at London, where we can have fresh goods every week by the wagon. My maid is again gone aboard the vessel; she is perfectly charm'd with one of the ladies; 'twill be a credit to you to keep her. I have obligations to you, Mr. Ducat, and I would part with her to no man alive but your self If I had her at London, such a lady would be sufficient to make my fortune, but, in truth, she is not impudent enough to make herself agreeable to the sailors in a publick-house in this country. By all accounts, she bath a behaviour only fit for a private family.
Mr.Ducat. But how shall I manage matters with my wife?
Trapes. Just as the fine gentlemen do with us. We could bring you many ' great precedents for treating a wife with indifference, contempt, and neglect; but that, indeed, would be running into too high life. I would have you keep some decency, and use her with civility. You should be so obliging as to E leave her to her liberties and take them too yourself. Why, all our fine ladies, in what they call pin-money, have no other views; 'tis what they all expect.
Mr.Ducat. But I am afraid it will be hard to make my wife think like a gentle-woman upon 'this subject; so that if I take her, I must act discreetly and keep the affair a dead secret.
Trapes. As to that, Sir, you may do as you please. Should it ever come to her knowledge, custom and education perhaps may make her at first think it somewhat odd. But this I can affirm with a safe conscience, that many a lady of quality have servants of this sort in their families, and you can afford an expence as well as the best of 'em.
Mr.Ducat. I have a fortune, Mrs. Trapes, and would fain make a fashionable figure in life; if we can agree upon the price I'll take her into the family.
Trapes. I am glad to see you fling your self into the polite taste with a spirit,' Few, indeed, have the turn or talents to get money; but fewer know how to spend it handsomely after they have got it. The elegance of luxury consists in variety, and love requires it as much as any of our appetites and passions, and there is a time of life when a man's appetite ought to be whetted by a delicacy.
Mr.Ducat. Nay, Mrs. Trapes, now you are too hard upon me. Sure you cannot think me such a clown as to be really in love with my Wife! We are not so ignorant here as you imagine; why, I married her in a reasonable way, only for her money.

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AIR 3 Noel Hills Mr. Ducat He that weds in beauty soon will find her cloy; When pleasure grows a duty, Farewell love and joy: He who weds for treasure (Though he hath a wife) Hath chose one lasting pleasure In a married life.
    Han som äktar skönhet 
    tröttnar snart på henne:
    När nöje blir en plikt, 
    farväl till kärlek och glädje.
    Han som äktar pengar
    (fast han får en fru)
    Har valt ett hållbart nöje 
    i det gifta livet.


Mr.Ducat. Damaris, [Calling at the door.] Damaris, I charge you not to stir from the door, and the instant you see your lady at a distance returning from her walk, be sure to give me notice.
Trapes. She is in most charming rigging; she won't cost you a penny, Sir, in cloaths at first setting out. But, alack-a-day! no bargain could ever thrive with dry lips : a glass of liquor makes every thing go so glibly.
Mr.Ducat. Here, Damaris ; a glass of Rum for Mrs. Dye. [Damaris goes out and returns with a bottle and glass.]
Trapes. But as I was saying, Sir, I would not part with her to any body alive but your self ; for, to be sure, I could turn her to ten times the profit by jobbs and chance customers. Come, Sir, here's to the young lady's health.


Trapes. Well, Flimzy; are all the ladies safely landed, and have you done as I order'd you?
Flimzy. Yes, Madam The three ladies for the run of the house are safely lodg'd at home; the other is without in the hall to wait your commands. She is a most delicious creature, that's certain. Such lips, such eyes, and such flesh and blood! If you had her in London you could not fail of the custom of all the foreign Ministers. As I hope to be sav'd, Madam, I was forc'd to tell her ten thousand lyes before I could prevail upon her to come with me. Oh Sir, you are the most lucky, happy man in the world! Shall I go call her in?
Trapes. 'Tis necessary for me first to instruct her in her duty and the ways of the family. The girl is bashful and modest, so I must beg leave to prepare her by a little conversation and afterwards, Sir, I shall leave you to your private conversations.
Flimzy. But I hope, Sir, you won't forget poor Flimzy; for the richest man alive could not be more scrupulous than I am upon these occasions, and the bribe only can make me excuse it to my conscience. I hope, Sir, you will pardon my freedom. [He gives her money.]

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AIR 4 Sweetheart, think upon me. Flimsy My conscince is of courtly mold, Fit for highest station, Where's the hand, when touched with gold, Proof against temptation?
    Mitt samvete är av hovsamt slag, 
    passar den högsta ställning.
    Vilken hand, 
    om rörd av guld, 
    kan motstå frestelse?

Mr.Ducat. We can never sufficiently encourage such useful qualifications. You will let me know when you are ready for me. [Exit.


Trapes. I wonder I am not more wealthy; for, o' my conscience I have as few scruples as those that are ten thousand times as rich. But, alack-a-day! I am forc'd to play at small game. I now and then betray and ruine an innocent girl. And what of that? Can I in conscience expect to be equally rich with those who betray and ruine provinces and countries? Introth, all their great fortunes are owing to situation ; as for genius and capacity I can match them to a hair: were they in my circumstance they would act like me ; were I in theirs, I should be rewarded as a most profound penetrating politician.

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AIR 5 'Twas finding a furlong. Trapes In pimps and politicians The genius is the same; Both raise their own conditions On others guilt and shame: With a tongue well-tipt with lyes Each the want of parts supplies, And with a heart that's all disguise Keeps his schemes unknown. Seducing as a devil, They play the tempter's part, And have, when most they're civil, Most mischief in their heart. Each a secret commerce drives, First corrupts connives, And by his neighbours vices thrives, For they are all his own.
    Hos kopplerskan och politikern 
    är andan densamma:
    Båda tjänar av 
    andras skuld och skam;
    Båda gömmer 
    sitt hjärta och sina ränkor;
    Med en tunga fylld med lögner
    De spelar .. roll
    När de är som artigast, 
    är de som mest 
    svekfulla i sina hjärtan;
    Båda frodas av

     sin nästas laster,
    Ty de är hans egna.



Trapes. Bless my eye-sight! what do I see ? I am in a dream, or it is Miss Polly Peachum ! mercy upon me ! Child, what brought you on this side of the water?
Polly. Love, Madam, and the misfortunes of our family. But I am equally surpris'd to find an acquaintance here; you cannot be ignorant of my unhappy story, and perhaps from you, Mrs. Dye, I may receive some information that may be useful to me.
Trapes. You need not be much concern'd, Miss Polly, at a sentence of transportation; for a young lady of your beauty hath wherewithal to make her fortune in any country.
Polly. Pardon me, Madam; you mistake me. Though I was educated among the most profligate in low life, I never engag'd in my father's affairs as a thief or a thief-catcher, for indeed I abhorr'd his profession. Would my Papa had never taken it up, he then still had been alive and I had never known Macheath!


AIR 6 Sortez des vos retraites. Polly She who has felt a real pain By Cupid's dart, Finds that all abscence is in vain To cure the heart. Though from my lover cast Far as from Pole to Pole, Still the pure flame must last, For love is in the soul.
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    Hon som verkligen känt smärtan 
    av Amors pil
    upptäcker att frånvaro inte hjälper 
    att bota hjärtat.
    Fastän från ett lägre stånd
    Fjärran från honom som pol från pol,
    ändå måste flamman vara,
    Ty kärlek finns i själen.
You must have heard, Madam, that I was unhappy in my marriage When Macheath was transported all my peace was banished with him; and my Papa’s death hath now given me liberty to persue my inclinations.
Trapes. Good lack-a-day! poor Mr. Peachum! Death was so much oblig'd to him that I wonder he did not allow him a reprieve for his own sake. Truly, I think he was oblig'd to no-body more except the physicians: but they dye it seems too. Death is very impartial ; he takes all alike, friends and foes.
Polly. Every monthly Sessions-paper like the apothecary's files (if I may make the comparison) was a record of his services. But my Papa kept company with gentlemen, and ambition is catching. lie was in too much haste to be rich. I wish all great men would take warning. 'Tis now seven months since my Papa was hang'd.
Trapes. This will be a great check indeed to your men of enterprizing genius ; and it will be unsafe to push at making a great fortune, if such accidents grow common. But sure, Child, you are not so mad as to think of following Macheath.
Polly. In following him I am in pursuit of my quiet. I love him, and like a troubled ghost shall never be at rest till I appear to him. If I can receive any information of him from you, it will be a cordial to a wretch in despair.
Trapes. My dear Miss Polly, you must not think of it. 'Tis now above a year and a half since he robb'd his master, ran away from the plantation and turn'd pyrate. Then too what puts you beyond all possibility of redress, is, that since he came over he married a transported slave, one Jenny Diver, and she is gone off with him. You must give over all thoughts of him for he is a very devil to our sex ;) not a woman of the greatest vivacity shifts her inclinations half so fast as he can. Besides, he would disown you, for like an upstart he hates an old acquaintance. I am sorry to see those tears, Child, but I love you too well to flatter you.
Polly. Why have I a heart so constant? cruel love!

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AIR 7 O Waly, Waly, up the bank. Polly Farewell, farewell, all hope of bliss! For Polly always must be thine. Shall then my heart be never his, Which never can again be mine? O love, you play a cruel part, Thy shaft still festers in the wound; You should reward a constant heart, Since 'tis, alas, so seldom found!
    Farväl, farväl allt hopp om lyckan;
    För Polly måste alltid vara din
    skall aldrig mitt hjärta vara hans,
    det som aldrig kan vara mitt mer?
    Å, Amor, det är en grym roll du spelar,
    än bulnar din pil i såret;
    Du skulle belöna ett trofast hjärta,
    ty, tyvärr, är ett sådant sällsynt att finna.

Trapes. I tell you once again, Miss Polly, you must think no more of him. You are like a child who is crying after a butterfly that is hopping and fluttering upon every flower in the field; there is not a woman that comes in his way but he must have a taste of; besides there is no catching him But, my dear girl, I hope you took care, at your leaving England, to bring off wherewithal to support you.
Polly. Since he is lost, I am insensible of every other misfortune. I brought indeed a summ of money with me, but my chest was broke open at sea, and I am now a wretched vagabond expos'd to hunger and want, unless charity relieve me.
Trapes. Poor child! your father and I have had great dealings together, and I shall be grateful to his memory. I will look upon you as my daughter; you shall be with me. Polly. As soon as I can have remittances from England, I shall be able to acknowledge your goodness: I have still five hundred pounds there which will be return'd to me upon demand; but I had rather undertake any honest service that might afford me a maintenance than be burthensome to my friends.
Trapes. Sure never any thing happen'd so luckily! Madam Ducat just now wants a servant, and I know she will take my recommendation; and one so tight and handy as you must please her: then too her husband is the civilest, best-bred man alive. You are now in her house and I won't leave it 'till I have settled you. Be cheerful, my dear Child, for who knows but all these misfortunes may turn to your advantage? You are in a rich creditable family, and I dare say your person and behaviour will soon make you a favourite. As to captain Macheath, you may now safely look upon your self as a widow, and who knows, if Madam Ducat should tip off, what may happen? I shall recommend you, Miss Polly, as a gentlewoman.

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AIR 8 O, Jenny come tye me. Trapes Despair is all folly; Hence melancoly, Fortune attends you while youth is in flower. By beauty possession, Us'd with discretion, Woman at all times hath joy in her power.
    Förtvivlan är dårskap; bort med melankolin,
    Lyckan är med dig medan ungdomen står i blom.
    Genom att äga skönheten - varsamt hanterad - 
    har kvinnan i var sin tid lyckan i sin makt.

Polly. The service, Madam, you offer me, makes me as happy as I can be in my circumstances, and I accept of it with ten thousand obligations.
Trapes. Take a turn in the hall with my maid for a minute or two, and I'll take care to settle all matters and conditions for your reception. Be assur'd, Miss Polly, I'll do my best for you.

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Trapes. Mr. Ducat. Sir. You may come in. I have had this very girl in my eye for you ever since you and I were first acquainted ; and to be plain with you, Sir, I have run great risques for her: I had many a stratagem, to be sure, to inviegle her away from her relations ! she too herself was exceeding difficult. And I can assure you, to ruine a girl of severe education is no small addition to the pleasure of our fine gentlemen. I can be answerable for it too, that you will have the first of her. I am sure I could have dispos'd of her upon the same account for at least a hundred guineas to an alderman of London; and then too I might have had the disposal of her again as soon as she was out- of keeping; but you are my friend, and I shall not deal hard with you.
Mr.Ducat. But if I like her I would agree upon terms beforehand; for should I grow fond of her, I know you have the conscience of other trades-people and would grow more imposing; and I love to be upon a certainty.
Trapes. Sure you cannot think a hundred pistoles too much; I mean for me. I leave her wholly to your generosity. Why your fine men, who never pay any body else, pay their pimps and bawds well; always ready money. I ever dealt conscientiously, and set the lowest price upon my ladies; when you see her, I am sure you will allow her to be as choice a piece of beauty as ever you laid eyes on.
Mr.Ducat. But, dear Mrs. Dye, a hundred pistoles say you? why, I could have half a dozen negro princesses for the price.
Trapes. But sure you cannot expect to buy a fine handsome christian at that rate. You are not us'd to see such goods on this side of the water. For tile women, like the cloaths, are all tarnish'd and half worn out before they are sent hither. Do but cast your eye upon her, Sir; the door stands half open; see, yonder she trips in conversation with my maid Flimzy in the hall.
Mr.Ducat. Why truly I must own she is handsome.
Trapes. Bless me, you are no more mov'd by her than if she were your wife. Handsom! what a cold husband-like expression is that! nay, there is no harm done. If I take her home, I don't question the making more money of her. She was never in any body's house but your own since she was landed. She is pure, as she was imported, without the least adulteration.
Mr.Ducat. I'll have her. I'll pay you down upon the nail. You shall leave her with me. Come, count your money, Mrs. Dye.
Trapes. What a shape is there! she's of the finest growth.
Mr.Ducat. You make me mis-reckon. She even takes off my eyes from gold. Trapes. What a curious pair of sparkling eyes!
Mr.Ducat. As vivifying as the sun. I have paid you ten.
Trapes. What a racy flavour must breath from those lips!
Mr.Ducat. I want no provoking commendations. I'm in youth; I'm on fire! twenty more makes it thirty; and this here makes it just fifty.
Trapes. What a most inviting complexion! how charming a colour ! In short, a fine woman has all the perfections of fine wine, and is a cordial that is ten times as restorative.
Mr.Ducat. This fifty then makes it just the sum. So now, Madam, you may deliver her up.



Damaris. Sir, Sir, my Mistress is just at the door. [Exit.
Mr.Ducat. Get you out of the way this moment, dear Mrs. Dye ; for I would not have my wife see you. But don't stir out of the house till I am put in possession. I'll get rid of her immediately. [Exit Trapes.



Mrs. Ducat. I can never be out of the way, for an hour or so, but you are with that filthy creature. If you were young, and I took liberties, you could not use me worse; you could not, you beastly fellow) Such usage might force the most vertuous woman to resentment. (I don' see why the wives in this country should not put themselves upon as easy a foot as in England In short, Mr. Ducat, if you behave your self like an English husband, I will behave my self like an English wife.

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AIR 9 Red House. Mrs Ducat I will have my humours, I'll please all my senses, I will not be stinted - in love or expences. I'll dress with profusion, I'll game without measure; You should have your business, I will have the pleasure: Thus every day I'll pass my life, My home shall be my least resort; For sure 'tis fitting that your wife Shou'd copy ladies of of the court.
    Jag skall ha mina humör,
    jag skall behaga alla mina känslor,
    Jag skall inte inskränkas,
    varken i kärlek eller utgifter.
    Jag skall klä mig riktigt, 
    jag skall spela utan mått;
    Du får affärsbekymren,
    jag får nöjena:
    Så skall jag tillbringa mitt liv varje dag,
    till mitt hem kommer jag bara i sista hand;
    Visst måste det vara pasande för din fru,
    att härma hovets damer.

Mr.Ducat. All these things I know are natural to the sex, my dear. But husbands like colts, are restif, and they require a long time to break 'em. Besides, 'tis not the fashion as yet, for husbands to be govern'd in this country. That tongue of yours, my dear, hath not eloquence enough to persuade me out of my reason. A woman's tongue, like a trumpet,' only serves to raise my courage.

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AIR 10 Old Orpheus tickl'd. Mr. Ducat When billows come breaking on the strand, The rocks are deaf and unshaken stand: Old oaks can defy the thunder's roar, And I can stand woman's tongue - that's more, With a twinkum twankum ....
    När böljorna kommer brytande in mot stranden,
    så står klipporna döva och orörda:
    Gamla ekar kan morstå tordöns dån,
    och jag kan tåla kvinnotunga - det är mera!
    Med ett twinkum twankum ....
With that weapon, women, like pyrates, are at war with the whole world. But I thought, my dear, your pride would have kept you from being jealous. 'Tis the whole business of my life to please you ; but wives are like children, the more they are fiatter'd and humour'd the more perverse they are Here now have I been laying out my money, purely to make you a present, and I have nothing but freaks and reproaches in return. You wanted a maid, and I have bought you the handiest creature; she will indeed make a very creditable servant
Mrs. Ducat. I will have none of your hussies about me. And so, Sir, you would make me your convenience, your bawd. Out upon it!
Mr.Ducat. But I bought her on purpose for you, Madam.
Mrs. Ducat. For your own filthy inclinations, you mean. I won't bear it. What keep an impudent strumpet under my nose! Here's fine doing indeed!
Mr.Ducat. I will have the directions of my family 'Tis my pleasure it shall be so. So, Madam, be satisfy'd.

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AIR 11 Christ Church Bells Mr. Ducat When a woman jealous grows, Farewell all piece of life! Mrs. Ducat But e'er man roves, he should pay what he owes. And with her due content his wife. Mr. Ducat 'Tis man's the weaker sex to sweay. Mrs. Ducat We too, whene'er we list, obey. Mr. Ducat 'Tis just and fit - you should submit. Mrs. Ducat But sweet kind husband not to day Mr Ducat Let her klack be still. Mrs. Ducat Not till I have my will. If thus you reason slight, There's never an hour While breath has power, But will assert my right.
Mr. Ducat  När en kvinna blir svartsjuk,
           farväl all livsfrid!
Mrs. Ducat Men innan han går så skall 
           mannen betala det han är skyldig,
           Och tillfredtälla sin fru med hennes rättigheter.
Mr. Ducat  Det är mannen som skall styra det svagare könet.
Mrs. Ducat Vi lyder bara när vi vill.
Mr. Ducat  Det är rättvist och pasande 
           att du skall böja dig.
Mrs. Ducat Men snäll, rara mannen min, inte idag.
Mr. Ducat  Sluta med ditt kacklande!
Mrs. Ducat Inte förrän jag fått min vilja fram.
           Resonerar du så här svagt, 
           så låter jag inte en timme passera 
           så länge som anden har kraft
           utan att hävda min rätt.
Would I had you in England; I should have all the women there rise in arms in my defence. For the honour and prerogative of the sex, they would not suffer such a precedent of submission. And so Mr. Ducat, I tell you once again, that you shall keep your trollops out of the house, or I will not stay in it.
Mr.Ducat. Look'ee, Wife; you will be able to bring about nothing by pouting and vapours. I have resolution. enough to withstand either obstinacy or stratagem. And I will break this jealous spirit of yours before it gets a head. And so, my dear, I' order that upon my account you behave your self to the girl as you ought.
Mrs.Ducat. I wish you would behave your self to your Wife as you ought; that is to say, with good manners, and compliance. And so, Sir, I leave you and your minx together. I tell you once again, that I would sooner dye upon the spot, than not be mistress in my own house. [Exit in a passion.


Mr.Ducat. If by these perverse humours, I should be forc'd to part with her, and allow her a separate maintenance ; the thing is so common among people of condition, that it could not prove to my discredit. Family divisions, and matrimonial controversies are a kind of proof of a man's riches; for the poor people are happy in marriage out of necessity, because they cannot afford to disagree. Damaris, saw you my Wife? [Enter Damaris. Is she in her own room? What said she? Which way went she?
Damaris. Bless me, I was perfectly frighten'd, she look'd so like a fury! Thank my stars, I never saw her look so before in all my life ; tho' mayhap you may have seen her look so before a thousand times. Woe be to the servants that fall in her way ! I'm sure I'm glad to be out of it.

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AIR 12 Cheshire-rounds. Damaris When kings by their huffing Have blown up a squabble, All the charge and cuffing Light upon the rabble. Thus when Man and Wife by their mutual snubbing, Kindle civil strife, Servants get the drubbing.
  När kungar har blåst upp något käbbel
  så faller hela kostnaden och slagsmålen på pöbeln.
  Likaså när Äktamän och Hustru 
  tänder civil strid,
  så är det tjänarna som blir drabbade.

Mr.Ducat. I would have you, Damaris, have an eye upon your mistress. You should have her good at heart, and inform me when she has any schemes afoot; it may be the means to reconcile us.
Damaris. She 's wild. Sir. There's no speaking to her. She's flown into the, garden! Mercy upon us all, say I! How can you be so unreasonable to contradict a Woman, when you know we can't bear it?
Mr.Ducat. I depend upon you, Damaris, for intelligence. You may observe her at a distance; and as soon as she comes into her own room, bring me word. There is the sweetest pleasure in the revenge that I have now in my head! I'll this instant go and take my charge from Mrs. Trapes. [Aside.] Damaris, you know your instructions. [Exit.

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Damaris. Sure all masters and mistresses, like politicians, judge of the conscience of mankind by their own, and require treachery of their servants, as a duty! I am employ'd by my master to watch my mistress, and by my mistress to watch my master. Which party shall I espouse? To be sure my mistress's. For in hers, jurisdiction and power, the common cause of the whole sex, are at stake. But my master I see is-coming this way. I'll avoid him, and make my observations. [Exit.



Mr.Ducat. Be cheerful, Polly, for your good fortune hath thrown you into a family, where, if you rightly consult your own interest, as every body now-a-days does, you may make your self perfectly easy. Those eyes of yours, Polly, are a sufficient fortune for any woman, if she have but conduct and know how to make the most of 'em.
Polly. As I am your servant, Sir, my duty obliges me not to contradict you; and I must hear your flattery tho' I know my self undeserving. But sure, Sir, in handsome women, you must have observ'd that their hearts often oppose their interest; and beauty certainly has ruin'd more women than it has made happy.

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AIR 13 The bush a boon traquair. Polly The crow or daw thro' all the year No fowler seks to ruin; But birds of voice or feather rare He's all day long persuing, Beware, fair maids; so shape the net That other beauties fell in; Foe sure at heart was never yet So great a wretch as Helen!
    Ingen kråka eller kaja 
    försöker fågelfånharen tillintetgöra;
    Fåglar med rar röst och fjädrar 
    jagar han hela dagarna.
    Akta er sköna jungfrur; och fly undan
    nätet som fångat andra vackra;
    Ty säkerligen så fanns det aldrig 
    någon så förtvivlad som Helen!
If my Lady, Sir, will let me know my duty, gratitude will make me study to please her.
Mr.Ducat. I have a mind to have a little conversation with you, and I would not be interrupted. [Bars the door.
Polly. I wish, Sir, you would let me receive my Lady's commands.
Mr.Ducat. And so, Polly, by these downcast looks of yours you would have me believe you don't know you are handsome, and that you have no faith in your looking-glass. Why, every pretty woman studies her face, and a looking- glass to her is what a book is to a Pedant she is poring upon it all day long. In troth, a man can never know how much love is in him by conversations with his Wife. A kiss on those lips would make me young again. [Kisses her.]

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AIR 14 Bury Fair. Polly How can you be so teasing? Mr.Ducat Love will excuse my fault. How can you be so pleasing![Going to kiss her. Polly I vow I'll not be naught. Mr.Ducat All maids i know at firt resist [Struggling. A master may command. Polly You're monstrous rude; I'll not be kiss'd; Nay, fye, let go my hand. Mr.Ducat 'Tis folish pride - Polly 'Tis vile, 'Tis base Poor innocence to wrong; Mr.Ducat I'll force you, Polly Guard me from deisgrace. You find the vertue's strong. [Pushing him away.
Polly    Hur kan ni retas så?
Mr.Ducat Kärlek ursäktar felet.
         Hur kan ni behaga så?
Polly    Jag skall inte bli tillintetgjord.
Mr.Ducat Jag vet att alla jungfrur står emot från början
         en Herre får befalla.
Polly    Ni är monstruöst fräck; jag skall inte kyssas:
         nej, fy, låt bli min hand.
Mr.Ducat Det är dåraktig stolthet - 
Polly    Det är föraktligt, 
         uselt, att förorätta oskyldighet.
Mr.Ducat Jag tvingar dig.
Polly    Skydda mig från vanära!
         Dygden är stark - det skall ni få se.

Polly. 'Tis barbarous in you, Sir, to take the occasion of my necessities to insult me.
Mr.Ducat. Nay, hussy, I'll give you money.
Polly. I despise it. No, Sir, tho' I was born and bred in England, I can dare to be poor, which is the only thing now-a-days men are asham'd of.
Mr.Ducat. I shall humble these saucy airs of yours, Mrs. Minx. ) Is this language from a servant ! from a slave !
Polly. Am I then betray'd and sold!
Mr.Ducat. Yes, hussy, that you are ; and as legally my property, as any woman is her husband's, who sells her self in marriage.
Polly. Climates that change constitutions have no effect upon manners. What a profligate is that Trapes!
Mr.Ducat. Your fortune, your happiness depends upon your compliance. What, proof against a bribe! Sure, hussy, you belye your country, or you must have had a very vulgar education. 'Tis unnatural.

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AIR 15 Bobbing Joan. Mr Ducat Maids like courtiers must be woo'd, Most by flattery are subdu'd; Some capricious, coy or nice Out of pride protect the vice; But they fall One and all, When we bid up to their price.
    Liksom hovmän måste jungfrur frias till,
    av smicker övervinns de flesta;
    En del, nyckfulla, blyga, eller noggranna,
    står ut ett tag, av stolthet;
    Men så faller de,
    var och en,
    bara man bjuder upp till deras pris.

Mr.Ducat. Besides, hussy, your consent may make me your slave; there's power to tempt you into the bargain. You must be more than woman if you can stand that too.
Polly. Sure you only mean to try me! but 'tis barbarous to trifle with my distresses.
Mr.Ducat. I'll have none of these airs. 'Tis impertinent in a servant, to have scruples of any kind. I hire honour, conscience and all, for I will not be, serv'd by halves. And so, to be plain with you, you obstinate slut, you shall either contribute to my pleasure or my profit; and if you refuse play in the bed-chamber, you shall go work in the fields among the planters. I hope now I have explain'd my self.
Polly. My freedom may be lost, but you cannot rob me of my vertue and integrity: and whatever is my lot, having that, I shall have the comfort of hope, and find pleasure in reflection.

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AIR 16 A Swain long tortur'd with Disdain Polly Can I toil or hunger fear? For love's a pain that's more severe, The slave, with vertue in his breast, Can wake in peace, and sweetly rest.
    Kan jag frukta slit eller hunger?
    Ty kärlek är en smärta som är hårdare.
    Slaven, med dygd i sitt bröst
    får vakna i frid, och vila med välbehag.

Polly. But love, when unhappy, the more vertuous it is, the more it suffers. [Aside
Mr.Ducat. What noise is that?
Damaris. [Without.] Sir, Sir.
Mr.Ducat. Step into the closet; I'll call you out immediately to present you to my wife. Don't let bashfulness ruin your fortune. The next opportunity I hope you will be better dispos'd. [Exit Polly.
Damaris. Open the door, Sir. 'This moment, this moment.


DUCAT, DAMARIS, Servants, Mrs. DUCAT, &c.

Mr.Ducat. What 's the matter? Was any body about to ravish you? Is the house o' fire? Or my Wife in a passion?
Damaris. 0 Sir, the whole country is in an uproar! The pyrates are all coming down upon us; and if they should raise the militia, you are an officer you know. I hope you have time enough to fling up your commission. [Enter 1st Footman.
1st Footman. The neibours, Sir, are frighted out their wits; they leave their houses, and fly to tours for pretection. Where is my lady, your Wife? Heaven grant, they have not taken her!
Mr.Ducat. If they only took what one could spare.
1st Footman. That's true, there were no great harm done.
Mr.Ducat. How are the musquets?
1st Footman. Rusty Sir, all rusty and peaceable! For we never clean 'em but against training-day.
Damaris. Then, Sir, your honour is safe, for now you have a just excuse against fighting. [Enter 2d Footman.
2nd Footmanan. The Indians, Sir, with whom we are in alliance are all in arms; there will be bloody work to be sure. I hope they will decide the matter before we can get ready. [Enter Mrs. Ducat.
Mrs.Ducat. 0 dear Husband, I'm frighten'd to death! What will become of us all! I thought a punishment for your wicked lewdness would light upon you at last.
Mr.Ducat. Presence of mind, my dear, is as necessary in dangers as courage.
Damaris. But you are too rich to have courage. You should fight by deputy. 'Tis only for poor people to be brave and desperate, who cannot afford to live. [Enter Maids, &c. one after another.
1st Maid. The pyrates, Sir, the pyrates! Mercy upon us, what will become of us poor helpless women.
2d Maid. We shall all be ravish'd.
1st Old Woman. All be ravish'd !
2d Old Woman. Ay to be sure, we shall be ravish'd; all be ravish'd!
1st Old Woman. But if fortune will have it so, patience is a vertue, and we must undergo it.
2d Old Woman. Ay, for certain we must all bear it, Mrs. Damaris.
2nd Footman. A soldier, Sir, from the Indian Camp, desires admittance. He's here, Sir. [Enter Indian.
Indian. I come, Sir, to the English colony, with whom we are in alliance, from the mighty King Pohetohee, my lord and master, and address my self to you, as you are of the council, for succours. The pyrates are ravaging and plund'ring the country, and we are now in arms, ready for battle, to oppose 'em.
Mr.Ducat. Does Macheath command the enemy?
Indian. Report says he is dead. Above twelve moons are pass'd since we heard of him. Morano, a Negro villain, is their chief, who in rapine and barbarities is even equal to him.
Mr.Ducat. I shall inform the council, and we shall soon be ready to joyn you. So acquaint the King your master. [Exit Indian.

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AIR 17 March in Scipio Mr. Ducat Brave boys prepere. [To the men. Ah! Cease, fond Wife to cry,[To her. 1:st Maid For when a danger's near, We've time enough to fly. Mrs. Ducat How can you be disgrac'd! For wealth secures your fame. 2:nd Maid The rich are always plac'd Above the sense of shame. Mrs. Ducat Let honour spur the slave, To fight for fingting sake: Mr. Ducat But even the rich are brave When money is at stake.
Mr. Ducat  Tappra gossar, förbered er.
           Kära fru, sluta gråta.
1:st Maid  För när faran är nära,
           Då är det dags att fly.
Mrs. Ducat Hur kan du bringas i vanära!
           För rikedom försäkrar ditt beröm.
 2:nd Maid De rika befinner sig alltid 
           ovanför skamkänslan!
Mrs. Ducat Låt ära, sporra slaven 
           att slåss för slagets skull:
Mr. Ducat  Men även de rika blir tappra 
           när pengar står på spel.
Be satisfy'd, my dear, I shall be discreet. My servants here will take care that I be not over-rash, for their wages depend upon me. But before I go to council - come hither Polly ; I intreat you, Wife, to take her into your service. [Enter-Polly.] And use her civilly. Indeed, my dear, your suspicions are very frivolous and unreasonable.
Mrs.Ducat. I hate to have a handsome wench about me. They are always so saucy!
Mr.Ducat. Women, by their jealousies, put one in mind of doing that which I otherwise we should never think of. Why you are a proof, my dear, that a handsome woman may be honest.
Mrs.Ducat. I find you can say a civil thing to me still.
Mr.Ducat. Affairs, you see, call me hence. And so I leave her under your protection.



Mrs.Ducat. Away, into the other room again. When I want you, I'll call you. [Exit Polly.] Well, Damaris, to be sure you have observ'd all that has pass'd. I will know all. I'm sure she's a hussy.
Damaris. Nay, Madam, I can't say so much. But
Mrs.Ducat. But what?
Damaris. I hate to make mischief.

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AIR 18 Jig-it-o'Foot. Damaris Better to doubt All that's doing, Then to find out Proofs of ruin. What servants hear and see Should they tattle, Marriage all day would be Feuds and battle.
    Bättre att undra över allt som pågår
    än att avslöja bevis för ruinering.
    Skulle tjänare berätta vad de hör och ser
    så vore äktenskapet ständigt kamp och fejd.
A servant's legs and hands should be under your command, but, for the sake of quiet, you should leave their tongues to their own discretion.
Mrs.Ducat. I vow, Damaris, I will know it.
Damaris. To be sure, Madam, the door was bolted, and I could only listen. There was a sort of a bustle between 'em, that 's certain. What past I know not. But the noise they made, to my thinking, did not sound very honest.
Mrs.Ducat. Noises that did not sound very honest, said you?
Damaris. Nay, Madam, I am a maid, and have no experience. If you had heard them, you would have been a better judge of the matter.
Mrs.Ducat. An impudent slut! I'll have her before me. If she be not a thorough profligate, I shall make a discovery by her behaviour. Go call her to me. [Exit Damaris and returns.



Mrs.Ducat. In my own house! Before my face! I'll have you sent to the house of correction, strumpet. By that over-honest look, I guess her to be a horrid jade. A mere hypocrite, that is perfectly whitewash'd with innocence. My blood rises at the sight of all strumpets, for they are smuglers in love, that ruin us fair traders in matrimony. Look upon me, Mrs. Brazen. She has no feeling of shame. She is so us'd to impudence, that she has not a blush within her. Do you know, madam, that I am Mr. Ducat's wife?
Polly. As your servant, Madam, I think my self happy.
Mrs.Ducat. You know Mr. Ducat, I suppose. She has beauty enough to make any woman alive hate her.

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AIR 19 Trumpet Minuet. Mrs. Ducat Abroad after misses most husbands will roam, Tho' sure they find woman sufficient at home. To be nos'd by a strumpet! Hence, hussy you'd best. Would he give me my due, I wou'd give her the rest.
    De flesta män vandrar hemifrån efter älskarinnor,
    Fastän det finns nog av kvinnor hemma.
    Att ersättas av en slinka!
    Bort härifrån din slampa!
Mrs.Ducat. I vow I had rather have a thief in my house. For to be sure she is that besides.
Polly. If you were acquainted with my misfortunes, Madam, you could not insult me.
Mrs.Ducat. What does the wench mean?
Damaris. There's not one of these common creatures, but, like common/ beggars, hath a moving story at her finger's ends, which they tell over, whe9 they are, maudlin, to their lovers. I had a sweetheart, Madam, who was a rake, and I know their ways very well, by hearsay.
Polly. What villains are hypocrites! For they rob those of relief, who are real distress. I know what it is to be unhappy in marriage.
Mrs.Ducat. Married!
Polly. Unhappily.
Mrs.Ducat. When, where, to whom?
Polly. If woman can have faith in woman, may my words find belief. Protestations are to be suspected, so I shall use none. If truth can prevail, I know you will pity me.
Mrs.Ducat. Her manner and behaviour are so particular, that is to say, so sincere, that I must hear her story. Unhappily married! That is a misfortune not to be remedied.
Polly. A constant woman bath but one chance to be happy; an inconstant woman, tho' she bath no chance to be very happy, can never be very unhappy.
Damaris. Believe me, Mrs. Polly, as to pleasures of all sorts, 'tis a much more agreeable way to be inconstant.

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AIR 20 Polwart on the Green Damaris Love now is nought but art, 'Tis who can juggle best; To all men seeem to give your heart, But keep it in your breast. What gain and pleasure do we find, Who change whene'er we list! The mill that turns with every wind, Must bring the owner grist.
    Kärlek är bara konsten 
    att kunna jyckla bäst:
    Låtsas ge ditt hjärta till alla,
    men behåll det i ditt bröst.
    Vilken vinst och nöje finner 
    vi som ändrar fritt!
    Kvarnen som snurrar med varje vind
    måste inbringa mycken mäld.

Polly. My case, Madam, may in these times be look'd upon as singular; for I married a man only because I lov'd him. For this I was look'd upon as a fool by all my acquaintance ; I was us'd inhumanly by my father and mother ; and to compleat my misfortunes, my husband, by his wild behaviour, incurr'd the sentence of the law, and was separated from me by banishment. Being inform'd he was in this country, upon the death of my father and mother, with most of my small fortune, I came here to seek him.
Mrs.Ducat. But how then fell you into the hands of that consummate bawd, Trapes?
Polly. In my voyage, Madam, I was robb'd of all I had. Upon my landing in a strange country, and in want, I was found out by this inhuman woman, who had been an acquaintance of my father's: She offer'd me at first the civilities of her own house. When she was inform'd of my necessities, she propos'd to me the service of a Lady; of which I readily accepted. 'Twas under that pretence that she treacherously sold me to your husband as a mistress. This, Madam, is in short the whole truth. I fling my self at your feet for protection. By relieving me, you make your self easy.
Mrs.Ducat. What is't you propose?
Polly. In conniving at my escape, you save me from your husband's worrying me with threats and violence, and at the same time quiet your own fears and jealousies. If it is ever in my power, Madam, with gratitude I will repay you my ransom.
Damaris. Besides, Madam, you will effectually revenge your self upon your husband ; for the loss of the money he paid for her will touch him to the quick.
Mrs.Ducat. But have you consider'd what you request? We are invaded by the pyrates: The Indians are in arms; the whole country is in commotion, and you will every where be expos'd to danger.
Damaris. Get rid of her at any rate. For such is the vanity of man, that when once he has begun with a woman, out of pride he will insist upon his point.
Polly. In staying with you, Madam, I make two people unhappy. And I chuse to bear my own misfortunes, without being the cause of another's.
Mrs.Ducat. If I let her escape before my husband's return, he will imagine she got off by the favour of this bustle and confusion.
Polly. May heaven reward your charity.
Mrs.Ducat. A woman so young and so handsome must be expos'd to 'continual dangers. I have a suit of cloaths by me of my nephew's, who is dead. In a man's habit you will run fewer risques. I'll assist you too for the present with some money; and, as a traveller, you may with greater safety make enquiries after your husband.
Polly. How shall I ever make a return for so much goodness?
Mrs.Ducat. May love reward your constancy. As for that perfidious monster Trapes, I will deliver her into the hands of the magistrate. Come, Damaris, let us this instant equip her for her adventures.
Damaris. When she is out of the house, without doubt, Madam, you will be more easy. And I wish she may be so too.
Polly. May vertue be my protection; for I feel within me hope, cheerfulness, and resolution.

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AIR 21 St. Martin's Lane. Polly, Damaris Mrs. Ducat As pilgrims thro' devotion To some shrine pursue their way, They tempt the raging ocean, And thro' desarts stray. With zeal their hope desiring, The saint their breast inspiring With cheerful air, Devoid of fear, They every danger bear. Thus equal zeal possessing, I seek my only blessing. O love, my honest vow regard! My truth protect, My steps direct, A faithful wife reward.
    Liksom pilgrimmerna
    till någon helgedom tar sin väg
    genom rasande hav 
    och väglös öken,
    Utan rädsla, bärandes varje fara:
    Helgonen inspirerade deras hjärtan
    med önskan anmodade deras hopp
    och tog på sig alla faror
    Så lika ivrig,
    söker jag min enda välsignelse.
    Å, Amor, skydda min trovärdighet,
    rikta mina steg, avslöja hans flykt,
    Belöna en trogen fru.       [Exit.
Live-recording (AB-stereo) from the last performance 28 Febr. 1988 at Mimerskolans aula in Umeå. Recorded with a Hi-Fi stereo VHS recorder (JVC HR-D725E). Microphones: Primo UEC-14 (electret with cardioid characteristics). Sampling with Tascam US-122 (24bits 44.1kHz USB). Converted to MP3 with a Lame coder (128kbit/s, 44.1kHz, stereo, constant bit rate, highest quality). Digital conversion and editing: DELL Inspiron 8600 (PP02X) with Wavelab 4.0. Recording and production Göran Westling.

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