Lucy. Come then, my dear Husband—owe thy Life to me—and though you love me not—be grateful,—but that Polly runs in my Head strangely.
Macheath. A moment of Time may make us unhappy for ever.
AIR XXXIX. The Lass of Patie’s Mill, &c.
Lucy. I like the Fox shall grieve,
Whose Mate hath left her Side,
Whom Hounds from Morn to Eve,
Chase o’er the Country wide.
Where can my Lover hide?
Where cheat the wary Pack?
If Love be not his Guide,
He never will come back!
[Exeunt.
ACT III. SCENE I.
Scene, Newgate.
Lockit, Lucy.
Lockit. To be sure, Wench, you must have been aiding and abetting to help him to this Escape.
Lucy. Sir, here hath been Peachum and his Daughter Polly, and to be sure they know the Ways of Newgate as well as if they had been born and bred in the Place all their Lives. Why must all your Suspicion light upon me?