Macheath. _The Charge is prepar’d_; _the Lawyers are met_,
_The Judges all rang’d_ (_a terrible Show_!)
_I go_, _undismay’d_.—_For Death is a Debt_,
_A Debt on Demand_.—_So take what I owe_.
_Then farewell_, _my Love_—_Dear Charmers_,
_adieu_.
_Contented I die_—_’Tis the better for you_.
_Here ends all Disputes the rest of our Lives_,
_For this way at once I please all my Wives_.
Now, Gentlemen, I am ready to attend you.
[_Exeunt_ Macheath, Lockit, _and_ Peachum.
_Enter_ Filch.
_Polly_. Follow them, _Filch_, to the Court. And when the Trial is
over, bring me a particular Account of his Behaviour, and of every thing
that happen’d—You’ll find me here with Miss _Lucy_. [_Exit_ Filch.] But
why is all this Musick?
_Lucy_. The Prisoners, whose Trials are put off ’till next Session, are
diverting themselves.
_Polly_. Sure there is nothing so charming as Music! I’m fond of it to
Distraction!—But alas!—now, all Mirth seems an Insult upon my
Affliction.—Let us retire, my dear _Lucy_, and indulge our Sorrows.—The
noisy Crew, you see, are coming upon us.
[_Exeunt_.
_A Dance of Prisoners in Chains_, &c.
SCENE V. _The_ Condemn’d Hold.
Macheath, _in a melancholy Posture_.
AIR LVII. Happy Groves.
_O cruel_, _cruel_, _cruel Case_!
_Must I suffer this Disgrace_?
AIR LVIII. Of all the Girls that are so smart.
_Of all the Friends in time of Grief_,
_When threatning Death looks grimmer_,
_Not one so sure can bring Relief_,
_As this best Friend_, _a Brimmer_.
[Drinks.
AIR LIX. _Britons_ strike home.
_Since I must swing_,—_I scorn_, _I scorn to wince or whine_.
[Rises.
AIR LX. Chevy Chase.
_But now again my Spirits sink_;
_I’ll raise them high with Wine_.
[Drinks a Glass of Wine.
AIR LXI. To old Sir _Simon_ the King.
_But Valour the stronger grows_,
_The stronger Liquor we’er drinking_;
_And how can we feel our Woes_,
_When we’ve lost the Trouble of Thinking_?
[Drinks.
AIR LXII. Joy to Great _Cæsar_.
_If thus_—_A Man can die_
_Much bolder with Brandy_.
[Pours out a Bumper of Brandy.
AIR LXIII. There was an old Woman.
_So I drink off this Bumper_.—_And now I can stand the Test_,
_And my Comrades shall see_, _that I die as brave as the Best_.
[Drinks.
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