Polly. Barbarous Husband!
Lucy. Hadst thou been hang’d five Months ago, I had been happy.
Polly. And I too—If you had been kind to me ’till Death, it would not have vexed me—And that’s no very unreasonable Request, (though from a Wife) to a Man who hath not above seven or eight Days to live.
Lucy. Art thou then married to another? Hast thou two Wives, Monster?
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,
To neither a Word will I say;
But tol de rol, &c.
Polly. Sure, my Dear, there ought to be some Preference shewn to a Wife! At least she may claim the Appearance of it. He must be distracted with his Misfortunes, or he could not use me thus.