Enter Lockit, Macheath, Peachum.
Lockit. Set your Heart to rest, Captain.—You have neither the Chance of Love or Money for another Escape,—for you are order’d to be call’d down upon your Trial immediately.
Peachum. Away, Hussies!—This is not a Time for a Man to be hamper’d with his Wives.—You see, the Gentleman is in Chains already.
Lucy. O Husband, Husband, my Heart long’d to see thee; but to see thee thus distracts me?
Polly. Will not my dear Husband look upon his Polly? Why hadst thou not flown to me for Protection? with me thou hadst been safe.
AIR LI. The last time I went o’er the Moor.
Polly. Hither, dear Husband, turn your Eyes.
Lucy. Bestow one Glance to cheer me.
Polly. Think with that Look, thy Polly dies.
Lucy. O shun me not—but hear me.