LUCY. My Father, I know, hath been drinking hard with the Prisoners; and I
fancy he is now taking his Nap in his own Room----If I can procure the Keys,
shall I go off with thee, my Dear?
MACHEATH. If we are together, 'twill be impossible to lie conceal'd. As
soon as the Search begins to be a little cool, I will send to thee----'Till
then my Heart is thy Prisoner.
LUCY. Come then, my dear Husband----owe thy life to me----and though you
love me not----be grateful,----But that Polly runs in my Head strangely.
MACHEATH. A moment of Time may make us unhappy for ever.
Air XL.--The Lass of Patie's Mill, &c.
LUCY.
I like the Fox shall grieve,
Whose Mate hath left her Side,
Whom Hounds from Morn to Eve,
Chase o'er the Country wide.
Where can my Lover hide?
Where cheat the weary Pack?
If love be not his Guide,
He never will come back!
ACT III SCENE I
Scene, Newgate.
LOCKIT, LUCY.
LOCKIT. To be sure, Wench, you must have been aiding and abetting him to
help him to this Escape.
LUCY. Sir, here hath been Peachum and his Daughter Polly, and to be sure
they know the Ways of Newgate as well as if they had been born and bred in
the Place all their Lives.
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