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Lihe poor petty rascals might hang, hang,
Peach. Set your heart at rest, Polly—your husband is to die to-day—therefore, if you are not already provided, 'tis high time to look about for another. There's comfort for you, you slut. 532
Loch. We are ready, sir, to conduct you to the Old Bailey.
Mac. The charge is prepar'd, the lawyers are met, The judges all rang'd (a terrible show !) 1 go undismay''d—for death is a debt, A debt on demand—so tahe what 1 owe. Then farewellmy love—dear Charmers! adieu, Contented I die—'tis the better for you. 540 Here ends all dispute the rest of our lives, For this way at once I please all my wives.
Now, gentlemen, I am ready to attend you.
[Exeunt Peachum, Lochit, and Macheath.
Polly. Follow them, Filch, to the court, and when the trial is over, bring me a particular account of his behaviour, and of every thing that happened—You'll find me here with Miss Lucy. [Exit Filch] But why is all this musick?
Lucy. The prisoners, whose trials are put off till next session, are diverting themselves. 550
Polly. Sure there is nothing so charming as musick! I'm fond of it to distraction—But, alas !—now all mirth seems an insult upon my affliction.—Let us
retire, my dear Lucy! and indulge our sorrows
The noisy crew, you see, are coming upon us.
A dance of prisoners in chains, See.
Scene, the condemn'd hold.
O cruel,.cruel, cruel case!
Of all the girls that are so smart.
Of all the friends in time ofgrief,
Since I must swing—I scorn, I scorn to wince or whine.
I [Rises. AIR.
[Drinhs a glass of wine.
To old Sir Simon the king.
Joy to great Caesar.
[Pours out a bumper of brandy.
There was an old woman, (3c. So I drinh off this bumper—and now I can stand, the test,
And my comrades shall see that 1 die as brave as the best.
Did you ever hear of a gallant sailor.
Why are mine eyes still flowing.
Since laws were made for ev'ry degree,
Jail. Some friends of your's, Captain, desire to be admitted—I leave you together. [Exit.
Enter Ben Budge and Mat of the Mint. Mac. For my having broke prison, you see, gentlemen, I am ordered immediate execution—The sheriff's officers I believe are now at the door. That
Jemmy Twitcher should peach me, I own surprised me—'Tis a plain proof that the world is all alike, and that even our gang can no more trust one another than other people; therefore, I beg you, gentlemen, look well to yourselves, for, in all probability, you may live some months longer.
Mat. We are heartily sorry, Captain, for your misfortunes—but 'tis what we must all come to.
Mac. Peachum and Lockit, you know, are infamous scoundrels: their lives are as much in your
power, as your's are in theirs Remember your
dying friend 'tis my last request Bring those
villains to the gallows before you, and I am satisfied.
Mat. We'll do't. 603
Re-enter Jailor. Jail. Miss Polly and Miss Lucy entreat a word with you.
Mac. Gentlemen, adieu.
[Exeunt Ben. Budge and Mat of the Mint.
Enter Lucy and Polly. Mac. My dear Lucy my dear Polly whatsoever hath past between us, is now at an end—If you are fond of marrying again, the best advice I can give you is, to ship yourselves off for the West Indies, where you'll have a fair chance of getting a husband apiece, or, by good luck, two or three, as you like best.
Polly. How can I support this sight! Lucy. There is nothing moves one so much as a great man in distress.
All you that must take a leap.