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 LI. The last time I went o’er the Moor.]
Polly.
Hither, dear Husband, turn your Eyes.
Lucy.
Bestow one Glance to cheer me.
Polly.