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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.
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