[MACHEATH, spoken]
Look at the moon over Soho. 

[POLLY, spoken]
I see it, dearest. 
Feel my heart beating, my beloved. 

[MACHEATH, spoken]
I feel it, beloved. 

[POLLY, spoken]
Where'er you go I shall be with you. 

[MACHEATH, spoken]
And where you stay
(sung)
There too shall I be. 

[POLLY & MACHEATH]
And though we've no paper to say we're wed
And no altar covered with flowers
And nobody knows for whom your dress was made
And even the ring is not ours
The platter off which you are eating your bread
Give it one brief look; fling it far
For love will endure or not endure
Regardless of where we are