Vulgar words in The Beggar's Opera - to which is prefixed the Musick to each Song (Page 1)
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The solution was, of course, to forget one's past work, to scrap the models, and to start feverishly afresh.
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An old Woman clothed in Gray, &c. [Music] Through all the Employments of Life Each Neighbour abuses his Brother; Whore and Rogue they call Husband and Wife: All Professions be-rogue one another: The Priest calls the Lawyer a Cheat, The Lawyer be-knaves the Divine: And the Statesman, because he's so great, Thinks his Trade as honest as mine.
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Gamesters and Highwaymen are generally very good to their Whores, but they are very Devils to their Wives.
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But if I find out that you have play'd the Fool and are married, you Jade you, I'll cut your Throat, Hussy.
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[Music] Our _Polly_ is a sad Slut!
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Our _Polly_ is a sad Slut!
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_Mrs. Peachum._ I knew she was always a proud Slut; and now the Wench hath play'd the Fool and Married, because forsooth she would do like the Gentry.
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Tell me, Hussy, are you ruin'd or no?
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Yes, that you might, you pouting Slut!
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Ah, Hussy, now this is the only Comfort your Mother has left!
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--You sorry Slut!
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--Your Father is too fond of you, Hussy.
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[Music] A Fox may steal your Hens, Sir, A Whore your Health and Pence, Sir, Your Daughter rob your Chest, Sir, Your Wife may steal your Rest, Sir.
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_Mrs. Peachum._ But your Duty to your Parents, Hussy, obliges you to hang him.
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One Word more, Hussy, and I shall knock your Brains out, if you have any.
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_Mrs. Peachum._ Away, Hussy.
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_Matt._ As a Bawd to a Whore, I grant you, he is to us of great Convenience.
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Mrs. _Vixen_, I'm yours, I always lov'd a Woman of Wit and Spirit; they make charming Mistresses, but plaguy Wives-- _Betty Doxy!_ Come hither, Hussy.
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_Macheath._ Ah _Jenny!_ thou art a dear Slut.
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_Macheath._ Wanton Hussies!
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Beasts, Jades, Jilts, Harpies, Furies, Whores!
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_Lockit._ Whence come you, Hussy?
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Act like a Woman of Spirit, Hussy, and thank your Father for what he is doing.
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--Come you home, you Slut; and when your Fellow is hang'd, hang yourself, to make your Family some Amends.
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If ever they commit the Folly, they are sure to commit another by exposing themselves-- Away-- Not a Word more-- You are my Prisoner, now, Hussy.
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Come, Hussy, don't cheat your Father; and I shall not be angry with you-- Perhaps, you have made a better Bargain with him than I could have done-- How much, my good Girl?
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_Lockit._ And so you have let him escape, Hussy-- Have you?
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_Lockit._ Thou wilt always be a vulgar Slut, _Lucy_.
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_Lockit._ Bring us then more Liquor-- To-day shall be for Pleasure-- To-morrow for Business-- Ah, Brother, those Daughters of ours are two slippery Hussies-- Keep a watchful Eye upon _Polly_, and _Macheath_ in a Day or two shall be our own again.
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The Gentlemen always pay according to their Dress, from half a Crown to two Guineas; and yet those Hussies make nothing of bilking of me.
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--I never could be hang'd for any thing that would give me greater Comfort, than the poisoning that Slut.
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_Peachum._ Away, Hussies!
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There's Comfort for you, you Slut.
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[Music] But can I leave my pretty Hussies, Without one Tear, or tender Sigh?
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--And for Life, you Slut,-- for we were really marry'd.