Air LI. The Last Time I Went O’Er the Moor
Polly.
Hither, dear Husband, turn your Eyes.
Lucy.
Bestow one Glance to cheer me.
Polly.
Think with that Look, thy Polly dies.
Lucy.
O shun me not—but hear me.
Polly.
’Tis Polly sues.
Lucy.
’Tis Lucy speaks.
Polly.
Is thus true Love requited?
Lucy.
My Heart is bursting.
Polly.
Mine too breaks.
Lucy.
Must I
Polly.
Must I be slighted?
Macheath. What would you have me say, Ladies?—You see this affair will soon be at an end, without my disobliging either of you.
Peachum. But the settling this Point, Captain, might prevent a Law-Suit between your two Widows.