MATT. We are heartily sorry, Captain, for your Misfortune.----But 'tis
what we must all come to.
MACHHEATH. Peachum and Lockit, you know, are infamous Scoundrels. Their
Lives are as much in your Power, as yours are in theirs.----Remember your
dying Friend!----'Tis my last Request.----Bring those Villains to the
Gallows before you, and I am satisfied.
MATT. We'll do it.
JAILOR. Miss Polly and Miss Lucy intreat a Word with you.
MACHEATH. Gentlemen, adieu.
Scene 15.
LUCY, MACHEATH, POLLY.
MACHEATH. My dear Lucy----My dear Polly. Whatsoever hath pass'd between us
is now at an end----if you are fond of marrying again, the best Advice I can
give you is to Ship yourselves to the West-Indies, where you'll have a fair
Chance of getting a Husband a-piece, or by good Luck, two or three, as you
like best.
POLLY. How can I support this Sight!
LUCY. There is nothing moves one so much as a great Man in Distress.
Air LXVII.--All you that must take a Leap, &c.
LUCY. Would I might be hang'd!
POLLY. And I would so too!
LUCY. To be hang'd with you.
POLLY. My dear, with you.
MACHEATH. O leave me to Thought! I fear! I doubt!
I tremble! I droop!----See, my Courage is out!
[Turns up the empty Bottle.
POLLY. No Token of Love?
MACHEATH.
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