Air LVII.--Bonny Dundee.
MACHEATH.
The charge is prepar'd; the Lawyers are met,
The Judges all rang'd (a terrible Show!)
I go, undismay'd.----For Death is a Debt,
A Debt on Demand.----So take what I owe.
Then farewell, my Love----Dear Charmers, adieu.
Contented I die----'Tis the better for you.
Here ends all Disputes for the rest of our Lives,
For this way at once I please all my Wives.
Now, Gentlemen, I am ready to attend you.
Scene 12.
LUCY, POLLY, FILCH.
POLLY. Follow them, Filch, to the Court. And when the Trial is over, bring
me a particular Account of his Behaviour, and of everything that happen'd----
You'll find me here with Miss Lucy. [Exit Filch.] But why is all this
Musick?
LUCY. The prisoners, whose Trials are put off 'till next Session, are
diverting themselves.
POLLY. Sure there is nothing so charming as Musick! I'm fond of it to
Distraction!----But alas!----now, all Mirth seems an Insult upon my
Affliction.----Let us retire, my dear Lucy, and indulge our Sorrows.----The
noisy Crew, you see, are coming upon us. [Exeunt.
A Dance of Prisoners in Chains, &c.
Scene 13. The Condemn'd Hold
MACHEATH, in a melancholy Posture.
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