the Crowd extolling his Resolution and Intrepidity!--What Vollies of
Sighs are sent from the Windows of Holborn, that so comely a Youth
should be brought to Disgrace!--I see him at the Tree! The whole
Circle are in Tears!--even Butchers weep!--Jack Ketch himself
hesitates to perform his Duty, and would be glad to lose his Fee, by
a Reprieve. What then will become of Polly!--As yet I may inform him
of their Design, and aid him in his Escape.--It shall be so--But then
he flies, absents himself, and I bar myself from his dear dear
Conversation! That too will distract me.--If he keep out of the way,
my Papa and Mama may in time relent, and we may be happy.--If he
stays, he is hang'd, and then he is lost for ever!--He intended to
lie conceal'd in my Room, 'till the Dusk of the Evening: If they are
abroad I'll this Instant let him out, lest some Accident should
prevent him.

[Exit, and returns with Macheath.]

Macheath.

AIR XIV. Pretty Parrot, say -

MACHEATH. Pretty Polly, say,
When I was away,
Did your fancy never stray
To some newer Lover?
POLLY. Without Disguise,
Heaving Sighs,
Doting Eyes,
My constant Heart discover.
Fondly let me loll!