The Harlot's Progress ; or, the Ridotto Al Fresco | ||
AIR I. What tho' I am a Country Lass.
In Home-spun Russet go, Sir;
While, Frolick we, chearful as wise,
More pleasing Transports know, Sir.
They dull and coy,
Refuse the Joy,
All bashful void of Skill-a:
We gay and free
To each fond He
Yield up our selves at Will-a.
Like old experienc'd Sinners,
We follow the procuring Trade,
And train up young Beginners.
Thus ample Gains,
Reward our Pains;
Then mock not our Profession,
Like Courtiers we,
Secure the Fee,
And laugh at the Transgression.
After the Song, the Bawd beckons a Porter, orders him to take up the Trunk and follow her and the Girl, which he does, with Harlequin in it.—Then the Debauchee comes forward, who seems to be enamour'd with the Girl; the Pimp assures him he can procure her for him, upon which the Debauchee seems rejoic'd and sings in Praise of Women and Wine.
AIR II. Brisk Tom and Jolly Kate.
The Sum of all our Joy;
A Brimmer softens every Care,
And Beauty ne'er can cloy:
Then let us Drink and Love,
While still our Hearts are gay,
Women and Wine, by turns shall prove,
Our Blessings Night and Day.
After the Song he follows her—the Pimp struts about and sings.
AIR III. Maggy Lawther.
The only Mode and Fashion,
To Virtue bids Defiance, Sir,
'Tis the Glory of the Nation.
In City, Country, or in Court,
It is the Coup d' Grace, Sir;
If you your Patron's Vice support,
You need not fear a Place, Sir.
While Porters pimp for Hire;
Kind Betty serves his Worship's Wife,
The Page pimps for the Squire.
'Tis pimping gains a large Estate,
Makes Valets wear their Swords, Sir,
For Pimps oft look as big and great,
As any Duke or Lord, Sir.
[Kitty.]
AIR IV. Oh! what Pleasures will abound.
Who wou'd not a Mistress be,
Kept in Splendor thus like me?
Deckt in golden rich Array,
Sparkling at each Ball and Play!
Gaily toying,
Sweets enjoying
Foreign to that thing a Wife,
Flirting, flaunting,
Jilting, jaunting,
Oh the Charming happy Life!
[Kitty.]
AIR V. Lad's a Dunce.
I'll make such a Rout,
And top all the Rantipole Girls of the Town;
With Glances so bright,
Lords and Dukes I'll delight,
And make all the Rakes with their Ready come down,
The Stock-jobbing Cit,
For a hundred I'll hit,
While me he is rifling, I'll rifle his Purse;
With Saint-like Smile
I'll Zealots beguile,
And make the fond Hypocrite freely disburse.
I'll sweeten, I'll sour,
I'll whindle, I'll bluster, I'll wheedle, I'll cant,
I'll bubble, I'll blind,
Make Fools of Mankind,
Each Cully shall think he's my only Gallant,
With such Supplies
To Grandeur I'll rise,
And revel in Pleasure, in Plenty and Ease,
While in the dark,
A favourite Spark,
I'll keep at my Call to enjoy when I please.
After the Song they retire to the Bed; immediately is heard a knocking at the Door; the Maid looks out and perceives
AIR VI. Maidens as fresh as a Rose.
Kitty.
Now I hate your tawny Face;
I'll have no more to do
With you or any of your Race.
Jew.
I will ne'er believe thee more;
Follow the Drury Trade,
Thou shalt ne'er deceive me more.
Kitty.
Since I have chous'd you well, you Cull;
But come another Day,
When you have got your Pockets full.
This Pride may shortly have a Fall,
Soon shall I see or hear,
Madam, in Bridewell, milling Doll.
She repeats with him.
[Jew., Kitty.]
Such a pitiful pimping Fool.
After the Song he turns her and her Maid out of Doors, then pursues Harlequin.—A Picture falls down, Harlequin jumps thro' the Hangings, and the Picture returns to its place and conceals him.—The Subject of the Picture, which was before an Historical Story, is now chang'd to a Representation of the Jew with Horns upon his Head.— While he stands in astonishment the other Picture changes likewise, and represents Harlequin and Kitty embracing— upon which the Jew runs out in the greatest surprize. Scene changes to the Street. Harlequin meets the Jew, who immediately draws; Harlequin catches him by the Leg, and throws him down, jumps over him, and runs off, the Jew pursues him.—The Scene changes to a poor Apartment in Drury-Lane. (This is taken from the Third Print) Kitty is discover'd sitting disconsolate by the Bedside, drinking of Tea, attended by Bess Brindle (a Runner to the Ladies of Pleasure) Harlequin jumps in at the Window; she seems overjoy'd to see him—just as they are going to sit down to drink Tea, they hear a Noise without— Harlequin looks thro' the Key-hole, and discovers it to be the Justice, Constable, Watch, &c. He is very much surpris'd, and jumps into a Punch-Bowl that stands upon a Table, to hide himself—Justice Mittimus enters with the Constable,
The Scene changes to the Ridotto al Fresco, illuminated with several Glass Lustres, (the Scene taken from the place at Vaux-Hall.) Variety of People appear in Masquerade, and a grand Comic Ballad is perform'd by different Characters to English, Scotch, Irish and French Tunes, which concludes the whole.
Then follows the Masque of the Judgment of Paris, &c.
The Harlot's Progress ; or, the Ridotto Al Fresco | ||