In future to the Skinners!")
[SHOOTING PAINS.]
"The charge is prepar'd."—Macheath.
If I shoot any more I'll be shot,
For ill-luck seems determined to star me,
I have march'd the whole day
With a gun,—for no pay—
Zounds, I'd better have been in the army!
What matters Sir Christopher's leave;
To his manor I'm sorry I came yet!