nd _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._

[Illustration]

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SCENE V. _The _Condemn'd Hold_._

_Macheath_, in a melancholy Posture.

AIR LVII. Happy Groves.

[Music]

O cruel, cruel, cruel Case!
Must I suffer this Disgrace?

AIR LVIII. Of all the Girls that are so smart.

[Music]

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.

[Music]

Since I must swing,-- I scorn, I scorn to wince or whine.

[Rises.

AIR LX. Chevy Chase.

[Music]

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.

[Music]

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 _Caesar_.

[Music]

If thus-- A Man can die
Much bolder with Brandy. [Pours out a Bumper of Brandy.

AIR LXIII. There was an old Woman.

[Music]

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.

AIR LXIV. Did you ever hear of a gallant Sailor.

[Music]

But can I leave my pretty Hussies,
Without one Tear, or tender Sigh?

AIR LXV. Why are mine Eyes still flowing.

[Music]

Their Eyes, their Lips, their Busses
Recall my Love,-- Ah must I die!

AIR LXVI. Green Sleeves.

[Music]

Since Laws were made for ev'ry Degree,
To curb Vice in others, as well as me,
I wonder we han't better Company,
Upon _Tyburn_ Tree!
But Gold from Law can take out the Sting;
And if rich Men l