----He shall be taken off.
MRS. PEACHUM. I'll undertake to manage Polly.
PEACHUM. And I'll prepare Matters for the Old Baily.
Scene 12.
POLLY.
Now I'm a Wretch, indeed.----Methinks I see him already in the Cart,
sweeter and more lovely than the Nosegay in his Hand!----I hear the Crowd
extolling his Resolution and Intrepidity!----What Vollies of Sighs are sent
from the Windows of Holborn, that so comely a Youth should be brought to
Disgrace!--I see him at the Tree! The whole Circle are in Tears!----even
Butchers weep!----Jack Ketch himself hesitates to perform his Duty, and
would be glad to lose his Fee, by a Reprieve. What then will become of
Polly!----As yet I may inform him of their Design, and aid him in his
Escape.----It shall be so----But then he flies, absents himself, and I bar
myself from his dear Conversation! That too will distract me.----If he keep
out of the way, my Papa and Mama may in time relent, and we may be happy.--
--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.
Scene 13.
POLLY, MACHEATH
Air XIV.--Pretty Parrot, say----
MACHEATH.
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