Enter GAOLER. Gaoler. Miss Polly and Miss Lucy entreat a word [Exit. [Exeunt BEN BUDGE and MAT of the MINT. Enter Lucy and POLLY. Mac. My dear Lucy! my dear Polly! whatsoever hath passed between us is now at an end. AIR. "All you that must take a leap," &c. Lucy. 'Would I might be hang'd! Polly. Lucy. To be hang'd with you, And I would so too! Polly. Polly. No token of love? Mac. But hark! I hear the toll of the bell. Chorus. Tol de rol lol, &c. Gaoler. Four women more, Captain, with a child a-piece. See, here they come ! Enter WOMEN and CHILDREN. Mac. What! four wives more! this is too muchHere, tell the sheriff's officers I am ready. [Exeunt. Mob. [Within.] A reprieve! a reprieve! Enter MACHEATH, &c. Mac. So, it seems, I am not left to my choice, but must have a wife at last-Look ye, my dears, we will have no controversy now-Let us give this day to mirth, and I am sure she, who thinks herself my wife, will testify her joy by a dance. All. Come, a dance! a dance! Mac. Ladies, I hope you will give me leave to present a partner to each of you: and (if I may without offence) for this time, I take Polly for mine -and for life, you slut, for we are really married— As for the rest-But, at present, keep your own [TO POLLY. secret. A DANCE. AIR. Lumps of pudding," &c. Thus, I stand like a Turk, and his doxies around, From all sides, their glances his passion confound; For black, brown, and fair, his inconstancy burns, And the different beauties subdue him by turns: Each calls forth her charms, to provoke his desires, Though willing to all, but with one he retires : Then think of this maxim, and put off all sorrow, The wretch of to-day may be happy to-morrow. CHORUS. Then think of this maxim, &c. [Exeunt omnes. THE END. |