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When he holds up his hand arraign'd for his life
O think of your daughter, and think I’m his wife'
What are cannons or bombs, or clashing of swords !
For death is more certain by witnesses words.
Then nail up their lips, that dread thunder allay;
And each month of my life will hereafter be May.

Lock. Macheath's time is come, Lucy.—We know

our own affairs, therefore let us have no more whimpering or whining.

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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.

Lock. We are ready, Sir, to condućt you to the Old

Bailey

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If thus---a man can die
Much bolder with brandy.
- [Pours out a bumper of brandy.

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Since laws were made for ev'ry degree,

To curb vice in others, as well as in me,

I wonder we han’t better company
Upon Tyburn tree

But gold from law, can take out the sting;

And if rich men like us were to swing,

'Twould thin the land, such numbers to string
Upon Tyburn tree.

jailor. Some friends of yours, Captain, desire to be admitted. I leave you together.

Enter Ben Budge, and Mat of the Mint.

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fortune---But 'tis what we must all come to. - Mac,

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