No Token of Love? Adieu.
Lucy.
No Token of Love? Adieu. Farewell.
Macheath.
But hark! I hear the Toll of the Bell.
Chorus.
Tol de rol lol, &c.
Jailor. Four Women more, Captain, with a Child apiece! See, here they come.
Enter Women and Children.
Macheath. What—four Wives more!—This is too much—Here—tell the Sheriff’s Officers I am ready. Exit Macheath guarded.