Scene V The Condemn’d Hold
Macheath, in a melancholy Posture.
Air LVII. Happy Groves
O cruel, cruel, cruel Case!
Must I suffer this Disgrace?
Air LVIII. Of All the Girls That Are So Smart
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.