--If he
stays, he is hang'd, and then he is lost for ever!--He intended to
lie conceal'd in my Room, 'till the Dusk of the Evening: If they are
abroad I'll this Instant let him out, lest some Accident should
prevent him.
[Exit, and returns with Macheath.]
Macheath.
AIR XIV. Pretty Parrot, say -
MACHEATH. Pretty Polly, say,
When I was away,
Did your fancy never stray
To some newer Lover?
POLLY. Without Disguise,
Heaving Sighs,
Doting Eyes,
My constant Heart discover.
Fondly let me loll!
MACHEATH. O pretty, pretty Poll.
POLLY. And are YOU as fond as ever, my Dear?
MACHEATH. Suspect my Honour, my Courage, suspect any thing but my
Love.--May my Pistols miss Fire, and my Mare slip her Shoulder while
I am pursu'd, if I ever forsake thee!
POLLY. Nay, my Dear, I have no Reason to doubt you, for I find in
the Romance you lent me, none of the great Heroes were ever false in
Love.
AIR XV. Pray, Fair one, be kind -
MACHEATH. My Heart was so free,
It rov'd like the Bee,
'Till Polly my Passion requited;
I sipt each Flower,
I chang'd every Hour,
But here every Flower is united.
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