AIR L. Come, sweet Lass. [Music] Come, sweet Lass, Let's banish Sorrow 'Till To-morrow; Come, sweet Lass, Let's take a chirping Glass. Wine can clear The Vapours of Despair And make us light as Air; Then drink, and banish Care. I can't bear, Child, to see you in such low Spirits. --And I must persuade you to what I know will do you good. [Aside.] I shall now soon be even with the hypocrytical Strumpet. [Exit. _Polly._ All this Wheedling of _Lucy_ cannot be for nothing. --At this time too! when I know she hates me! --The Dissembling of a Woman is always the Forerunner of Mischief. --By pouring Strong-Waters down my Throat, she thinks to pump some Secrets out of me,-- I'll be upon my Guard, and won't taste a Drop of her Liquor, I'm resolv'd. Re-enter _Lucy_, with Strong-Waters. _Lucy._ Come, Miss _Polly_. _Polly._ Indeed, Child, you have given yourself trouble to no purpose. --You must, my Dear, excuse me. _Lucy._ Really, Miss _Polly_, you are as squeamishly affected about taking a Cup of Strong-Waters as a Lady before Company. I vow, _Polly_, I shall take it monstrously ill if you refuse me. --Brandy and Men (though Women love them ever so well) are always taken by us with some Reluctance-- unless 'tis in private. _Polly._ I protest, Madam, it goes against me. --What do I see! _Macheath_ again in Custody! --Now every Glimm'ring of Happiness is lost. [Drops the Glass of Liquor on the Ground. _Lucy._ Since things are thus, I'm glad the Wench hath escap'd: for by this Event, 'tis plain, she was not happy enough to deserve to be poison'd. 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. [Music] _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. _Polly._ 'Tis _Polly_ sues. _Lucy._ --'Tis _Lucy_ speaks. _Polly._ Is thus true Love requited? _Lucy._ My Heart is bursting. _Polly._ --Mine too breaks. _Lucy._ Must I _Polly._ --Must I be slighted? _Macheath._ What would you have me say, Ladies? --You see this affair will soon be at an end, without my disobliging either of you. _Peachum._ But the settling this Point, Captain, might prevent a Law-Suit between your two Widows. AIR LII. _Tom Tinker's_ my true Love. [Music]