[Turns up the empty Bottle.
Polly. No Token of Love?
Macheath. —See, my Courage is out.
[Turns up the empty Pot.
Lucy. No Token of Love?
Polly. —Adieu.
Lucy. —Farewell.
Macheath. But hark! I hear the Toll of the Bell.
Chorus. Tol de rol lol, &c.
Jailor. Four Women more, Captain, with a Child apiece! See, here they come.