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Lock. We are ready, sir, to conduct you to the Old Bailey. Air.Bonny Dundee Mac. The charge is prepared, the lawyers are met, Now, gentlemen, I am ready to attend you. [Exeunt Peachum, Lockit, and Macheath. Polly. Follow them, Filch, to the court, and when the trial is over, bring me a particular account of his behaviour and of everything that happened. Youll find me here with Miss Lucy. [Exit Filch.] But why is all this music? Lucy. The prisoners, whose trials are put off till next session, are diverting themselves. Polly. Sure there is nothing so charming as music. Im 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, etc. Macheath in a melancholy posture Air.Happy Groves Must I suffer this disgrace? Air.Of all the girls that are so smart When threatening Death looks grimmer, Not one so sure can bring relief As this best friend, a brimmer. [Drinks. Air.Britons, strike home! [Rises. Air.Chevy Chase Ill raise them high with wine. [Drinks a glass of wine. |
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