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Scene 14.
PEACHUM.
Where's my Wench? Ah, Hussy! Hussy!—Come you home, you Slut; and when your Fellow is hang'd, hang yourself, to make your Family some Amends.
POLLY.
Dear, dear Father, do not tear me from him—I must speak; I have more to say to him—Oh! twist thy Fetters about me, that he may not haul me from thee!
PEACHUM.
Sure all Women are alike! If ever they commit the Folly, they are sure to commit another by exposing themselves—Away—Not a Word more— You are my Prisoner now, Hussy.
POLLY.
Air XXXIX.—Irish Howl.
No Power on Earth can e'er divideThe Knot that sacred Love hath ty'd.
When Parents draw against our Mind,
The True-Love's Knot they faster bind,
Oh, oh ray, oh Amborah—oh, oh, &c.
[Holding Macheath, Peachum pulling her.
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