--And I would so too!
LUCY. To be hang'd with you.
POLLY. --My Dear, with you.
MACHEATH. O leave me to Thought! I fear! I doubt!
I tremble! I droop!--See, my Courage is out.
[Turns up the empty Bottle.]
POLLY. No Token of Love?
MACHEATH.--See, my Courage is out.
[Turns up the empty Pot.]
LUCY. No Token of Love?
POLLY. --Adieu.
LUCY. --Farewell.
MACHEATH. But hark! I hear the Toll of the Bell.
CHORUS. Tol de rol lol, &c.
JAILOR. Four Women more, Captain, with a Child apiece! See, here
they come.
[Enter Women and Children.]
MACHEATH. What--four Wives more!--This is too much--Here--tell the
Sheriff's Officers I am ready.
[Exit Macheath guarded.]
[To them, Enter Player and Beggar.]
PLAYER. But, honest Friend, I hope you don't intend that Macheath
shall be really executed.
BEGGAR. Most certainly, Sir.--To make the Piece perfect, I was for
doing strict poetical Justice.--Macheath is to be hang'd; and for the
other Personages of the Drama, the Audience must have suppos'd they
were all either hang'd or transported.
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