Scene 10

LUCY, with Strong-Waters. POLLY.

LUCY. Come, Miss Polly.

POLLY. Indeed, Child, you have given yourself trouble to no purpose.- You must, my Dear, excuse me.

LUCY. Really, Miss Polly, you are as squeamishly affected about taking a Cup of Strong-Waters as a Lady before Company. I vow, Polly, I shall take it monstrously ill if you refuse me.- Brandy and Men (though Women love them ever so well) are always taken by us with some Reluctance- unless ’tis in private.

POLLY. I protest, Madam, it goes against me.- What do I see! Macheath again in Custody!- Now every Glimm’ring of Happiness is lost.

[Drops the Glass of Liquor on the Ground.

LUCY. SInce things are thus, ’m glad the Wench hath escap’d; for by this Event, ’tis plain, she was not happy enough to deserve to be poison’d. [Aside.