is lost for ever!—He intended to lie conceal’d in my Room, ’till the Dusk of the Evening: If they are abroad I’ll this Instant let him out, lest some Accident should prevent him. Exit, and returns with Macheath.
Macheath.
[ AIR XIV. Pretty Parrot, say—]
Macheath.
Pretty Polly, say,
When I was away,
Did your fancy never stray
To some newer Lover?
Polly.