[Drops the Glass of Liquor on the Ground.
LUCY. SInce things are thus, 'm glad the Wench hath escap'd; for by this
Event, 'tis plain, she was not happy enough to deserve to be poison'd. [Aside.
Scene 11.
LOCKIT, MACHEATH, PEACHUM, LUCY, POLLY.
LOCKIT. Set your Heart to rest, Captain.----You have neither the Chance of
Love or Money for another Escape,----for you are order'd to be call'd down
upon your Trial immediately.
PEACHUM. Away, Hussies!----This is not a Time for a Man to be hamper'd
with his Wives.----You see, the Gentleman is in Chains already.
LUCY. O Husband, Husband, my Heart long'd to see thee; but to see thee
thus distracts me.
POLLY. Will not my dear Husband look upon his Polly? Why hadst thou not
flown to me for Protection? with me thou hadst been safe.
Air LII.--The last time I went o'er the Moor.
POLLY. Hither, dear Husband, turn your Eyes.
LUCY. Bestow one Glance to cheer me.
POLLY. Think with that Look, thy Polly dies.
LUCY. O shun me not----but hear me.
POLLY. 'Tis Polly sues.
LUCY. 'Tis Lucy speaks.
POLLY. Is thus true Love requited?
LUCY. My Heart is bursting.
POLLY. Mine too breaks.
LUCY. Must I
POLLY. Must I be slighted?
MACHEATH. What would you have me say, Ladies?----You see this Affair will
soon be at an end, without my disobliging either of you.
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