University of Virginia Library

Scene 12.

LUCY, POLLY, FILCH.
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 happen'd— You'll find me here with Miss Lucy. [Exit Filch.
But why is all this Musick?

LUCY.

The prisoners, whose Trials are put off 'till next Session, are diverting themselves.

POLLY.

Sure there is nothing so charming as Musick! I'm 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, &c.