en Parents draw against our Mind,
The True-Love's Knot they faster bind.
Oh, oh ray, oh Amborah-- oh, oh, &c.

[Holding _Macheath_, _Peachum_ pulling her.

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SCENE III. The Same.

_Lucy_, _Macheath_.

_Macheath._ I am naturally compassionate, Wife; so that I could not use
the Wench as she deserv'd; which made you at first suspect there was
something in what she said.

_Lucy._ Indeed, my Dear, I was strangely puzzled.

_Macheath._ If that had been the Case, her Father would never have
brought me into this Circumstance-- No, _Lucy_,-- I had rather die than
be false to thee.

_Lucy._ How happy am I, if you say this from your Heart! For I love thee
so, that I could sooner bear to see thee hang'd than in the Arms of
another.

_Macheath._ But could'st thou bear to see me hang'd?

_Lucy._ O _Macheath_, I can never live to see that Day.

_Macheath._ You see, _Lucy_; in the Account of Love you are in my Debt,
and you must now be convinc'd, that I rather choose to die than be
another's. --Make me, if possible, love thee more, and let me owe my
Life to thee-- If you refuse to assist me, _Peachum_ and your Father
will immediately put me beyond all means of Escape.

_Lucy._ My Father, I know, hath been drinking hard with the Prisoners:
and I fancy he is now taking his Nap in his own Room-- If I can procure
the Keys, shall I go off with thee, my Dear?

_Macheath._ If we are together, 'twill be impossible to lie conceal'd.
As soon as the Search begins to be a little cool, I will send to thee--
'Till then my Heart is thy Prisoner.

_Lucy._ Come then, my dear Husband-- owe thy Life to me-- and though you
love me not-- be grateful,-- but that _Polly_ runs in my Head strangely.

_Macheath._ A moment of Time may make us unhappy for ever.

AIR XXXIX. The Lass of _Patie's_ Mill, &c.

[Music]

_Lucy._ I like the Fox shall grieve,
Whose Mate hath left her Side,
Whom Hounds from Morn to Eve,
Chase o'er the Country wide.
Where can my Lover hide?
Where cheat the wary Pack?
If Love be not his Guide,
He never will come back!

[Exeunt.

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ACT III. SCENE I.

_SCENE, Newgate._

_Lockit_, _Lucy_.

_Lockit._ To be sure, Wench, you must have been aiding and abetting to
help him to this Escape.

_Lucy._ Sir, here hath been _Peachum_ and his Daughter _Polly_, and to
be sure they know the Ways of _Newgate_ as well as if