Lockit. Those, I see, will fit the Captain better—Take down the further Pair. Do but examine them, Sir.—Never was better work.—How genteely they are made!—They will fit as easy as a Glove, and the nicest Man in England might not be asham’d to wear them. He puts on the Chains. If I had the best Gentleman in the Land in my Custody I could not equip
him more handsomly. And so, Sir—I now leave you to your private Meditations.
Exeunt leaving Macheath solus.
Macheath.
[ AIR XXV. Courtiers, Courtiers, think it no Harm, &c.]
Man may escape from Rope and Gun;
Nay, some have out liv’d the Doctor’s Pill;
Who takes a Woman must be undone,
That Basilisk is sure to kill.