[Exeunt.]
[A Dance of Prisoners in Chains, &c.]
SCENE V. The Condemn'd Hold. Macheath, in a melancholy Posture.
AIR LVII. Happy Groves.
O cruel, cruel, cruel Case!
Must I suffer this Disgrace?
AIR LVIII. Of all the Girls that are so smart.
Of all the Friends in time of Grief,
When threatning Death looks grimmer,
Not one so sure can bring Relief,
As this best Friend, a Brimmer. [Drinks.]
AIR LIX. Britons strike home.
Since I must swing,--I scorn, I scorn to wince or whine.
[Rises.]
AIR LX. Chevy Chase.
But now again my Spirits sink;
I'll raise them high with Wine. [Drinks a Glass of Wine.]
AIR LXI. To old Sir Simon the King.
But Valour the stronger grows,
The stronger Liquor we'er drinking;
And how can we feel our Woes,
When we've lost the Trouble of Thinking? [Drinks.]
AIR LXII. Joy to Great Caesar.
If thus--A Man can die
Much bolder with Brandy. [Pours out a Bumper of Brandy.]
AIR LXIII. There was an old Woman.
So I drink off this Bumper.--And now I can stand the Test,
And my Comrades shall see, that I die as brave as the Best.
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