Sure all Women are alike! If ever they commit the Folly, they are
sure to commit another by exposing themselves----Away----Not a Word more----
You are my Prisoner now, Hussy.
Air XXXIX.--Irish Howl.
POLLY.
No Power on Earth can e'er divide
The Knot that sacred Love hath ty'd.
When Parents draw against our Mind,
The True-Love's Knot they faster bind,
Oh, oh ray, oh Amborah--oh, oh, &c.
[Holding Macheath, Peachum pulling her.
Scene 15.
LUCY, MACHEATH.
MACHEATH. I am not naturally Compassionate, Wife; so I could not use the
Wench as she deserv'd; which made you at first suspect there was something
in what she said.
LUCY. Indeed, my Dear, I was strangely puzzled.
MACHEATH. If that had been the Case, her Father would never have brought
me into this Circumstance----No, Lucy----I had rather die than be false to
thee.
LUCY. How happy I am, if you say this from your heart! For I love thee so,
that I could sooner bear to see thee hang'd than in the Arms of another.
MACHEATH. But could'st thou bear to see me hang'd?
LUCY. O Macheath, I can never live to see that Day.
MACHEATH. You see, Lucy; in the account of Love you are in my debt, and
you must now be convinc'd, that I rather choose to die than be another's.---
-Make me, if possible, love thee more, and let me owe my Life to thee----If
you refuse to assist me, Peachum and your Father will immediately put me
beyond all means of Escape.
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