PEACHUM. But the settling this Point, Captain, might prevent a Law-Suit
between your two Widows.
Air LIII. Tom Tinker's my true Love.
MACHEATH.
Which way shall I turn me----How can I decide?
Wives, the Day of our Death, are as fond as a Bride.
One Wife is too much for most Husbands to hear,
But two at a time there's no mortal can bear.
This way, and that way, and which way I will,
What would comfort the one, t'other Wife would take ill.
POLLY. But if his own Misfortunes have made him insensible to mine----A
Father sure will be more compassionate----Dear, dear Sir, sink the material
Evidence, and bring him off at his Trial----Polly, upon her Knees begs it of
you.
Air LIV.--I am a poor Shepherd undone.
When my Hero in Court appears,
And stands arraign'd for his Life;
Then think of poor Polly's Tears;
For Ah! poor Polly's his Wife.
Like the Sailor he holds up his Hand,
Distrest on the dashing Wave.
To die a dry Death at Land,
Is as bad as a wat'ry Grave.
And alas, poor Polly!
Alack, and well-a-day!
Before I was in Love,
Oh! every Month was May.
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