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Polly. My dear with you. 620 Mac. 0 leave me to thought! I fear! I doubt! I tremble! I droop !See, my courage is out.

[ Turns up the empty bottle.

Polly. No tohen of love?
Mac. See, my courage is out.

[Turns up the empty pot.

Lucy. No tohen of love?
Polly. Adieu!
Lucy. Farewell!

Mac. But harh! I hear the toll of the bell.

Jail. Four women more, Captain, with a child apiece. See, here they come. 630

Enter Women and Children.

Mac. What! four wives more!—this is too much— Here—tell the sheriff's officers I am ready. [Exeunt.

Enter Beggar and Player.

Play. But, honest friend, I hope you don't intend that Macheath shall be really executed.

Beg. Most certainly, Sir: to make the Piece perfect, I was for doing strict poetical justice. Macheath is to be hanged; and for the other personages of the drama, the audience must suppose they were all either hanged or transported.

Play. Why then, friend, this is a downright deep tragedy. The catastrophe is manifestly wrong; for an Opera must end happily. 642

Beg. Your objection is very just, and is easily removed; for you must allow that in this kind of drama 'tis no matter how absurdly things are brought about: so you rabble there—run and cry, A Reprieve—Let the prisoner be brought back to his wives in triumph.

Play. All this we must do to comply with the taste of the Town. 649

Beg. Through the whole Piece you may observe such a similitude of manners in high and low life, that it is difficult to determine whether, in the fashionable vices, the fine gentlemen imitate the gentlemen of the road, or the gentlemen of the road the fine gentlemen. Had the Play remained as I at first intended, it would have carried a most excellent moral; 'twould have shewn that the lower sort of people have their vices in a degree as well as the rich, and that they are punished for them. 639

Enter to them Macheath, with rabble, &c.

Mac. So it seems I am not left to my choice, but

must have a wife at last. Look ye, my dears, we

will have no controversy now. Let us give this day to mirth, and I am sure she who thinks herself my wife, will testify her joy by a dance.

All. Come, a dance, a dance.

Mac. Ladies, I hope you will give me leave to present a partner to each of you; and (if I may without offence) for this time I take Polly for mine—and for life, you slut, for we were really married—As for the rest—But at present keep your own secret. 670

[To Polly.

[A Dance.\

Lumps of pudding, (Sc.

Thus I stand lihe a Turh with his doxies around,
From all sides their glances his passion confound,
For blach, brown, and fair, his inconstancy burns,
And the diff'rent beauties subdue him by turns;
Each calls forth her charms to provohe his desires,
The? willing to all, with but one he retires.
Then thinh of this maxim, and put off all sorrow,
The wretch of to-day may be happy to-morrow.

Chorus. Then thinh of this maxim, Sec. 679





Thro' all the employments of life 13

'Tis w oman that seduces all mankind — 15

If any wench Venus's girdle wear — 17

If love the virgin's heart invade — 19

A maid is like the golden ore, — 21

Virgins are like the fair flower in its lustre 24 Our Polly is a sad slut, nor heeds what we have

taught her, ib.

Can love be controll'd by advice f — 26

Oh, Polly, you might have toy'd and kiss'd e8

I like a ship in storms was toss'd, — 29

A fox may steal your hens, Sir — 30

Oh, ponder well! be not severe, — 33

The turtle thus, with plaintive crying ib.

Pretty Polly, say, — — 35

My heart was so free, — — 36

Were I laid on Greenland's coast, — 37

Oh what pain it is to part I — 38

The miser thus a shilling sees, — 39


Fill every glass, for wine inspires us — 41

Let us take the road — 43

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