Macheath. If Women’s Tongues can cease for an Answer—hear me.
Lucy. I won’t.—Flesh and Blood can’t bear my Usage.
Polly. Shall I not claim my own? Justice bids me speak.
[ AIR XXXIV. Have you heard of a frolicksome Ditty, &c.]
Macheath.
How happy could I be with either,
Were t’other dear Charmer away!
But while you thus teaze me together,