I am not naturally Compassionate, Wife; so I could not use the Wench as she deserv'd; which made you at first suspect there was something in what she said.

    Indeed, my Dear, I was strangely puzzled.

    If that had been the Case, her Father would never have brought me into this Circumstance -- -- No, Lucy -- -- I had rather die than be false to thee.

    How happy I am, if you say this from your heart! For I love thee so, that I could sooner bear to see thee hang'd than in the Arms of another.

    But could'st thou bear to see me hang'd?

    O Macheath, I can never live to see that Day.

    You see, Lucy; in the account of Love you are in my debt, and you must now be convinc'd, that I rather choose to die than be another's. -- -- Make me, if possible, love thee more, and let me owe my Life to thee -- -- If you refuse to assist me, Peachum and your Father will immediately put me beyond all means of Escape.

    My Father, I know, hath been drinking hard with the Prisoners; and I fancy he is now taking his Nap in his own Room -- -- If I can procure the Keys, shall I go off with thee, my Dear?

    If we are together, 'twill be impossible to lie conceal'd. As soon as the Search begins to be a little cool, I will send to thee -- -- 'Till then my Heart is thy Prisoner.

    Come then, my dear Husband -- -- owe thy life to me -- -- and though you love me not -- -- be grateful, -- -- But that Polly runs in my Head strangely.

    A moment of Time may make us unhappy for ever.